A mathematician from Scunthorpe
Discovered the weight of his ball
Plus his scr*tum times three
Was approximately
Two thirds of four fifths of f*ck all
A nineteen year old nymphomaniac
Wore a bog-paper dress to a ball
But it started tearing
She ended up wearing
Two thirds of four fifths of f*ck all
With premature ej*culation
It seems my endurance is small
From the time of inserting
To the moment of squirting
Two thirds of four fifths of f*ck all
I was seized with a stiff constipation
I crouched in a lavatory stall
I thundered and pumped
But finally dumped
Two thirds of four fifths of f*ck all
It's a big c*ck, a big c*ck
A big c*ck and bull story
Here comes the interesting bit
The parts that are true
Near enough add up to
Just about half the square root of jack sh*t
My p*nis is small like an acorn
Sometimes I can't find it at all
It's infinitesimal
Or expressed in decimal
Point five of point three of f*ck all
An ancient Egyptian urinal
Has the meaning of life on the wall
In plain simple words
It's written in t*rds
Two thirds of four fifths of f*ck all
Now that is the end of my chanson
And if for an encore you call
Well b*llocks you tw*t
The chances of that are
Two thirds of four fifths of f*ck all
"'Ere Mr. Recording Engineer, w
Hat's the chances of this song becoming a number one hit?"
"About two thirds of four fifths of practically nothing"