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 Sing A Song Of Syphilis
 Sing a song of syphilis, a foreskin full of crabs,
 Four and twenty blackheads, and a score or more of crabs,
And when the scabs were opened, the crabs began to sing,
 And wasn't that a dirty thing to stick up Nellie's quim.
Sing a song of syphilis, a foreskin full of crabs,
 Four and twenty pustules, a score or more of crabs,
And when the scabs burst open, the crabs began to swim,
Oh wasn't that a dirty thing to stuff up Nellie's quim.
 Sing a song of herpes, of gonorrhoea and syph,
 Four and twenty blisters erupting on my stiff,
 I didn't use a condom, it could have been prevented,
 Now isn't syph a lovely thing - I'm going to get demented.
Sing a song of syphilis, a penis full of pus,
Four and twenty pox scabs waiting to be burst.
 And when her legs were opened, oh what a sight to see,
 Oozy gray-green matter all running with her pee.