Ron and the Rude Boys все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Jingle Balls
Dashing through the snow, almost in the nude,
Santa's bollocks glow, how nice to be so rude.
The bell at the whorehouse rings, he's reserved a cracking tart,
She always wears his foreskin down,
And at sixty-nine she don't fart.
Chorus:
Jingle balls, jingle balls, shag 'em all the way,
- Wayward Boy
I walked the street with my prick to my feet,
I heard a voice come to me,
A lovely maid looked out and said,
"I need someone to screw me !"
Said I, "My dear, you needn't fear,
For I have heard your pleading,
It's very plain I can ease your pain,
I've got just what you're needing."