Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Medieval Bush , by - Stephen Lynch. Song from the album 3 Balloons, in the genre Release date: 23.03.2009
Record label: Stephen Lynch
Song language: English
Medieval Bush |
| Come fair lady to mine bed we go |
| And verily sweet pleasures we shall know |
| Yet where thy belly meets thy limb |
| I beseech thee give a trim |
| For thy bush doth overflow |
| My lady doth have a 70s muff |
| A 1470s muff, hmm? |
| Zounds! |
| It’s as prickly as a Christmas wreath |
| Think it might hide some baby birds beneath |
| Pray shave it off to make a coat |
| There are fur balls down mine throat |
| Short and curlies twixt my teeth |
| I sayeth not thy vagina is hirsute |
| But it lookest like thou hast Buckwheat in a leg lock, hmm? |
| But soft what hair through yonder girdle grows |
| To be or not to be put in cornrows |
| Oh it is beastly and unruly |
| And it smelleth of patchouli |
| And that offends my nose |
| I sayeth not that thou art furry down there |
| But it doth resemble Fidel Castro eating a London broil, hmm? |
| Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
| Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
| Medieval Bush |