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[Verse 1]
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I love a good bum on a woman it makes my day
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To me it is palpable proof of God’s existence a Posteriori
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Also I love breasts and arms and ankles, elbows, knees
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It’s the tongue, the tongue, the tongue on a woman that spoils the job for me.

[Verse 2]
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Please understand I respect and admire the frailer sex
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And I honour them every bit as much as the next misogynist
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But give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and there upon
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They go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again on.

[Verse 3]
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I fell in love with a woman with wonderful thighs and hips
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And a sensational belly; I just never noticed her lips were always moving
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Only when we got to the altar and she had to say “I do”
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And she folded her arms and gathered herself and took in a breath and I knew.

[Verse 4]
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She could have gone on again, on again, on again till the entire congregation passed out
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And the vicar passed on, and the choir boys passed through puberty
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At the reception I gloomily noted her family’s jubilant mood
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Their maniacal laughter and their ghastly gratitude.

[Verse 5]
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She talks to me when I go for a shave or a sleep or a swim
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She talks to me on a Sunday when I go singing hymns, and drinking heavily
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When I go mending my chimney pots she’s down there in the street
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And at ninety-five on my motorbike she’s on the pillion seat

[Verse 6]
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Wittering on again, on again, on and again and again
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When I’m eating or drinking or reading or thinking or when I’m saying my rosary
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She will never stop talking to me she is one of those women who
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Will never use three or four words when a couple of thousand will easily do.

[Verse 7]
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She also talks without stopping to me in our bed of a night
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Throughout the sweetest of our intimate delights she never gives over
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Not even stopping while we go hammer and tongs towards the peak
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Except maybe for a sigh and a groan, and one perfunctory shriek

[Verse 8]
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Then she goes on again, on again, on again, on and I must
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Assume that she has never noticed that she’s just been interrupted
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Totally unruffled she is and as far as I can see
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I might just as well have been posting a letter or stirring up the tea.

[Verse 9]
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She will not take a hint not once she’s made a start
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I can yawn or belch or bleed or faint or fart, she’ll not drop a syllable
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I could stand in front of her grimly sharpening up an axe
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I could sprinkle her with paraffin and ask her for a match

[Verse 10]
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She’d just go on again, on again, on again even more
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The hind leg of a donkey is peanuts for her; she can bore the balls off a buffalo
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“Mother of God” I cried one day “Oh let your kingdom come
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And in the meantime Mother could you strike this bugger dumb?”

[Verse 11]
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Well believe it or not she appeared to me then and there
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The blessed Virgin herself in answer to my prayer, despite the vulgarity
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Shimmering softly, dressed in blue and holding up a hand
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I cocked a pious ear as the Mother of God began

[Verse 12]
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But she went on again, on again, on again, on and I
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Will have to state how very much I sympathise with the rest of the family
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Give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon
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They’ll go on again, on again, on again, on again,
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And again, and again, and again, and again
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They will go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on.