Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baltimore Whores, artist - Gavin Friday. Date of issue: 25.09.2006
Song language: English
Baltimore Whores |
| There were four old whores from Baltimore |
| Drinking the blood red wine |
| And all the conversation was |
| «Yours is smaller than mine.» |
| Through me roly, poly, tickle my hole-y |
| Smell of my slimy slough |
| And drag your nuts across me guts |
| I’m one of the whorey crew |
| «You're a liar,» said the first whore |
| «Mine's as big as the air |
| The birds fly in, the birds fly out |
| And never touch a hair.» |
| «You're a liar.» |
| said the second |
| «Mine's as big as the sea |
| The ship sails in, the ship sails out |
| Never troubles me.» |
| «You're a liar,» said the third whore |
| «Mine's as big as the moon |
| The men jump in, the men jump out |
| Never touch the womb.» |
| Swab your decks, me hearties |
| Slice them up with pride |
| Light your oars, you sons of whores |
| Yours is smaller than mine |
| «You're a liar,» said the last whore |
| «Mine's the biggest of all |
| The fleet sailed in on the first of June |
| And didn’t come back till Fall.» |