The Mayors Daughter

The Mayor of Bayswater has got a lovely daughter
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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One black one, one white one
and one with a bit of shite on,
and one with a fairy light on,
TO SHOW US THE WAY!

If she was my daughter I'd cut them a little shorter
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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I've felt it, I've smelt it, it's just like a piece of velvet
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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I've seen it, I've seen it, I've been in between it
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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It would take a coal miner to find her vagina
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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She married an Italian with balls like a bloody stallion
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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She lived in a lighthouse which was more lika a fucking shitehouse
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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Her mum came from Glanmorgan and had a cunt like a barrel organ
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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She slept with a demon who washed her with semen
And the hairs on her dicky di do hang down to her knees.

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