Another from a friend... This young man at graduate school Did find a red ring ‘round his tool He went to a clinic The doctor was cynic: ”Can´t you see it´s just lipstick your fool!”
The proper version... There was a young girl from Aberystwyth Who took grain to the mill to get grist with But the miller's son Jack Lay her flat on her back And united the organs they pissed with. The first "y" in Aberystwyth is actually a schwa. Too bad
I've been a wild rover, I fear But the end of my roving draws near For I'm clean out of dosh And I drink orange squash 'Cos my insides were ruined by beer
The first valve is pressed firmly down And the music it moves round and round Then it comes out from here In a tone bright and clear (It began as a lip-farting sound)
I've a love of the tenor trombone And in that I don't think I'm alone For some it's The Valve That's their musical salve It's The Slide that puts me in The Zone