Cocksucker's Ball (llewtraH) (Tune: Scotland The Brave) Here's to the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. Then there was the jockey with his upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. Then there was the Yankee who was wanking in his hanky, At the thought of the jockey with the upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. Then there was the queerie who was leering through his beery, At the sight of the Yankee who was wanking in his hanky, At the thought of the jockey with the upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. Then there was the Harlot making money in the car lot, To support the queerie who was leering through his beery, At the sight of the Yankee who was wanking in his hanky, At the thought of the jockey with the upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. There was the gatecrasher who was posing as a flasher, Hustling customers from the Harlot making money in the car lot, To support the queerie who was leering through his beery, At the sight of the Yankee who was wanking in his hanky, At the thought of the jockey with the upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. Then there was the Frenchie who was going down on all the Wenchies, Betting money with the gatecrasher posing as a flasher, Hustling customers from the Harlot making money in the car lot, To support the queerie who was leering through his beery, At the sight of the Yankee who was wanking in his hanky, At the thought of the jockey with the upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball. Now the moral of this ditty is that when you're in the City, With your favorite girlie, chasing hairs all short and curly, You've got to do some wooing if you want to do some screwing, And keep her from the Frenchie who goes down on all the Wenchies, Betting money with the gatecrasher posing as a flasher, Hustling customers from the Harlot making money in the car lot, To support the queerie who was leering through his beery, At the sight of the Yankee who was wanking in his hanky, At the thought of the jockey with the upstanding cocky, Who was riding on the lassie with the black hairy assey, Who was lifting up her kilty at The Cocksucker's Ball.