oh give me a home where the prostitutes roam and your marriages hang down to your knees
where the babies are born with a 15-inch horn and pulse is the favorite disease
is
oh give me a den that is mainly for men where the whole dance and fiddle and fight
and they take down their drawers for the blacks and the wars
it's the damnedest hot house of your life
piggledy piggledy pox fry the lid from the herring box you're never for long when you're
building the home and the brothel in eastern sweet docks the beds they all creak and the
sheets are not always to clean
ugly pox
box
with
I think that's better
What about you, Di?
You know it well
Come on, now, don't be modest, Di
If I had my bird with me, I'd be alright
Yeah, don't be modest, Di
Don't be modest
I've heard you sing
I don't