THE RED FLAG
(Tune: "0 Tannenbaum," "Maryland," &c.)

While walking 'cross the rocks so bare
I saw a maiden lying there
And as she lay in sweet repose
A breath of wind blew up her clothes A mongol who was passing by Lified his hat and winked his eye
And then he saw, to his despair, She had the Red Flag waving there!

The mongol would not be denied
He said "By God, I'll slip inside!"
He stripped down to his underwear,
And	soon his ass was shining bare The maiden she was not disturbed Nor in the slightest bit perterbed
For, come what may, full well she knew, The brave Red Flag would see her thru!

The mongol he was shivering
His mighty prick was quivering.
But soon he knew he'd met his match,
He could not penetrate her snatch! Try as he might, his path was blocked, All he could do was fire half-cocked;
To quit the fray he did prepare, And leave the goddam Red Flag there!

The moral of this tale is plain,
But pardon me if I explain;
In love, or war - it matters not,
You never, ever waste a shot!
The mongol's judgement was at fault To penetrate the maiden's vault
With Red Flag flying, let it pass:
Just shove it up the maiden's ass!

OPTIONAL CHORUS:

The peasant class can kiss my ass!
I've got my Peerage, now, at last!
Don't bother me, I cannot work,
I'm in a Peerage Circle Jerk!

		_- The Black Book of Locksley