In day of old, when knights were bold
And paper not invented,
They used tufts of grass to wipe their ass
And were very well contented.
In the days of old when knights were bold
And women weren’t particular
They lined them up against the wall
And fucked them perpendicular.
In days of old, when men were bold
And cast-iron trousers wore,
They lived in peace, for then a crease
Would last ten years or more.
In days of old, when men were bold
And toilets weren’t invented,
They laid their loads upon the roads
And walked away contented.
In days of old when knights were bold
and condoms weren’t invented.
They tied a sock, around their c*ck
and babies were prevented.
In Days of old when knights were bold
And toilets weren’t invented
Men dropped their load upon the road
And walked away contented.
In the days of old, when the knights were bold
and the women chased the men
The men like fools got out their tools
and chased them back again.
In days of old when knights were bold,
And cared not for such trifles,
They nailed their balls upon the walls,
and shot at them with rifles.
In days of old when knights were bold
And penicillin wasn’t invented,
Venereal drips ran down from their hips
And their toes were all cemented.