Four and twenty virgins came down from Inverness,
And when the ball was over
There were four and twenty less.
Chorus:
Singin’ balls to your partner
Arse against the wall
If you don't get buggered on Saturday night,
Then you’ll never get buggered at all!
The village vicar he was there,
in his long black shroud.
Swinging from the chandelier,
and pissing on the crowd.
(Chorus)
The village leper he was there,
sitting on a log.
Peeling off his foreskin
and feeding it to the dog.
(Chorus)
The village vicar he was there,
In his long black shroud.
Swinging from the chandelier,
And pissing on the crowd.
(Chorus)
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The king was in the chaimbermaid,
And she was in the money!