My grandfather’s c*ck - live in london lyrics

Paroles de la chanson My Grandfather's c*ck :
My Grandfather's c*ck was an itsy bitsy di*ky and it

Hardly took up any room at all

Had a head and a neck, but jesus christ by heck you

Should have seen the size of Grandad's balls

He had a horn on the morn' of the day that he was born

And 'though it was erect you couldn't see

'Cause my Grandfather's c*ck was a p*ssy little p*sser
But his

Clangers they were hanging to his knees

A tiny wee appendage... (not a c*ck not a c*ck)

An inch from end to end it's... (not a c*ck, not a
c*ck)

Just a stump, short, like a tiny little wart

On the old, man's, nuts
Well my Grandfather's c*ck was a huge mother f*cker and
His

Pecker was erect or so to say

And you should have seen the head, you should have seen
The neck

Used to take me for a wrestle in the hay

Had a head like a steer nothin' 'tween the f*ckin'
Ears

You should have seen that god damn neck

Like a giant of a man, with a pumpkin in his hands

Get that pumpkin f*ckin' pumpin' near to death

You should have seen that darn thing... (what a c*ck
What a c*ck)

Rearin' like a mustang... (what a c*ck, what a c*ck)

It was wild, mean, oiled up in his jeans
Woop 'er tail let 'er out and let 'er ride

Well my Grandfather's c*ck was just average for an
Aussie

Weighed I s'pose 30, 40 pounds

And overall his old fella was just a couple of inches

Just a couple of inches from draggin' on the ground

Had a vein in it's neck like a f*ckin' opera singer

And a head like an old school bell

And a pair of leather knackers like a ringers saddle
Bags

Picked up ribbons at the royal show as well

Fair dinkum mate I kid you not... (what a c*ck, what a
c*ck)

Just an average aussie c*ck... (what a c*ck what a
c*ck)
And he still, ploughs, an acre everyday

Crawlin' 'round on his hands and his knees