The Bachelor's Son
I'm a bachelor's son and I live in sin
With another man's wife at
The Cross,
I've a fantan pool, a two-up school,
A brothel and a fourpenny doss.
Chorus:
And when I die I'll surely fry
In the brimstone pots of hell,
But until that day,
And if you can pay,
Then I have sin to sell.
I've three ex-wives running sly grog dives,
And my brother forges ten-pound notes,
For a union on the rocks
We can rig a ballot box,
With a million phony votes.
I sell sex to moral wrecks
And drugs to damn your nerves,
Abortions, too, I can fix for you
We've a special line for perves.
Lesbian love and incest, too,
And flagellists quite a few,
And I've a special file marked "Utterly Vile"
And an embalmed corpse
For a homo-necrophile.
. Thanks! John Patrick.