The Keyhole In The Door
 I was invited for the weekend to a ball at Chumley Hall,
To celebrage the wedding of Sue Vere and Cousin Paul.
I read the guest list over and imagine my delight,
When I found Sweet Fanny Adams had come to spend the night.
chorus: The keyhole in the door, the keyhole in the door,
I took up my position by the keyhole in the door.
 The ball was one of splendor, all the city nobs were there,
 Touching up the ladies like farmers at the fair,
And Fanny fairly dazzled as she danced around the floor,
I resolved to lie in wait for her by the keyhole by the door.
 I left the ball room early, just after half-past nine,
And as I hoped to find it, her room lay next to mine.
So taking off my trousers, I set off to explore,
And took up my position by the keyhole in the door.
I hadn't long to wait there, wrapped up in my dressing gown,
When I saw Fanny on the staircase, retiring all alone.
She didn't lock her bedroom door, I couldn't ask for more,
And I crept out of the shadows by the keyhole in the door.
First she removed her stockings, her silken legs to show,
And then her frilly panties to reveal her furbelow.
 "Now take off all the other things," was all I could implore,
And silently I gripped the knob and crossed the threshold door.
Silently I shut the door and took her in my arms,
And sooner than I'd expected, discovered all her charms.
And in case another person should see the sights I saw,
 I hung her frilly panties over the keyhole in the door.
That night I rode in glory as I plumbed the girl's insides,
 And on her heaving belly, I had many splendid rides.
But when I woke next morning, my cock was red and sore,
 I felt like I'd been screwing through the keyhole in the door.
(Michael Green)