Eskimo Nell
when a man grows old
and his balls grow cold
and the tip of his prick turns blue,
and it bends in the middle
like a one-string fiddle
he can tell you a tale or two.
so pull up a chair, and stand me a drink
and a tale to you i'll tell
of dead-eye dick and mexican pete,
and a harlot called eskimo nell,
when dead-eye dick and mexican pete
go forth in search of fun
it's
dead-eye dick that slings the prick
and mexican pete the gun,
when dead-eye dick and mexican pete
are sore, depressed and sad
it's always a cunt that bears the brunt
but the shooting ain't so bad.
now dead-eye dick and mexican pete
lived down by dead man's creek
and such was their luck they'd had no fuck
for nigh on half a week.
just a moose or two and a caribou,
and a bison cow or so,
and for
dead-eye dick
with his kingly prick
this fucking was mighty slow.
so do or dare this horny pair
set forth for the rio grande,
dead-eye
dick with his mighty prick
and pete with his gun in his hand.
and as they blazed their noisy trail
no man their path withstood,
and many a bride, her husband's pride
a pregnant widow stood,
they reached the strand of the rio grande
at the height of a blazing
noon,
and to slake their thirst and do their worst
they sought black
mike's saloon.
and as they pushed the great doors wide
both prick and gun flashed
free.
"according'to sex, you bleeding wrecks,
you drink or fuck
with me."
they'd heard of the prick
called dead-eye dick,
from
the maine to panama
and with scarcely worse
than a muttered curse
those dagos sought the bar.
the girls too knew his playful ways
down on the rio grande,
and
forty whores
pulled down their drawers
at dead-eye dick's command.
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Stag Party in London Vol. 1 (Uncensored Rugby Songs) - Eskimo Nell Time: 2:09
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