Songbook: Wild Pervert

To the tune of 'Wild Rover', a trad. Irish tune

Knock knock?

Who's there?


Ribena who?

Ribena wild pervert for many's a year
And I spent all my money on leather and gear.
And now I'm returning pursued by the law
And the straps on my G-string are rubbing me raw.

And it's no nay never, (Right up yer kilt!)
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild pervert
No never no more.

I went to a brothel I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my habits were bent.
I asked her for *ahem*, she answered me "Nay,
For it's customs like yours will get me put away."


I took from my pocket a handful of red
To be smoked in a pipe, she went out of her head.
She said "We've got *ahem* and whips of the best
If they can't take it all you can give me the rest!"


I'll go home to my parents confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their incestuous son.
And if they caress me as oft times before
Then I swear I will play the wild pervert once more.


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