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I Don't Wanna Join The Army

I don't wanna join the army,
I don't wanna go to war.
I'd rather hang around,
Piccadilly underground,
living off the earnings of the
high born lady.
I don't want a bayonet in my
asshole,
I don't want my bollocs shot
away.
I'd rather stay in London,
in good old, good old London
and fornicate my fucking life
away.

On Monday I kissed her on the ankle,
Tuesday I kissed on her knee.
On Wednesday, success, I lifted
up her dress,
on Thursday I saw IT and it was lovely.
On Friday I put my hand upon it,
on Saturday she gave my balls a squeeze.
So, on Sunday after supper, I rammed my fucker up her
and now I'm earning forty bobs a week.

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