An Engineer told me before he died
(a-bum-titty-bum-titty-bum-titty-bum)
An Engineer told me before he died
(a-bum-titty-bum-titty-bum-titty-bum)
An Engineer told me before he died...
...I have no reason to believe he lied
(a-bum-titty-bum-titty-bum-titty-bum)
He had a wife with a cunt so wide...
...That she could never be satisfied.
So he built a prick of steel...
...It was four feet long and driven by a wheel.
Two brass balls he filled with cream...
...And the whole bloody lot was driven by steam.
In and out went the prick of steel...
...And round and round went the bloody great wheel.
Up and up went the level of the steam...
...And down and down went the level of the cream.
Then at last the maiden cried...
...Enough, enough, I’m satisfied.
And now we come to the tragic bit...
...There was no way of stopping it.
She was split from arse to tit...
...And the whole bloody lot was covered in shit.
The moral of this tale is clear...
...Never trust an engineer.