Fifteen men on Hellion’s buxom chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and be merry on this day of rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Jack was fixed by her naked boobies,
The boobies fixed by the cold night air—
He said, “I’m so glad they’re round and not cubies.
They’re so pretty with your Titian hair.”
“Oh, Jack, your compliments are divine,”
Hellion said with another jigger of rum
“But enough of boobies, I know they’re fine,
I want some compliments now of my bum.”
Fifteen men on Hellion’s buxom chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and be merry on this day of rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
“Tis your birthday, I’ll humor my Hellion,”
He said with a slap to her very round rear
“Your bum, like a bed, is nice to fall on—
I’d toast it, I swear, if I had a beer!”
“Your rhyming needs work, I admit,”
Hellion said, not sure if she liked her butt to a bed
“But you are a pirate, so you’re full of shit—
And you seduce where others fear to tread.”
Fifteen men on Hellion’s buxom chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and be merry on this day of rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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I rather like this. Though when I was singing it in my head (because you don't want me to sing it out loud) I was singing it to the tune of 99 beers on the wall... Don't ask. It's the cold/flu medicine talking. LOL.
Happy Belated Birthday, honey. I hope yesterday was a great day for you :)
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