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My Beer Wench
I wish I owned a beer wench
who would beer me at a yell
She would my thirsty thirst doth quench
and quench it very well
Her teeth would be half missin'
her hair a pretty mess
a trap not meant for kissin'
and a dirty leather dress.
I'd love my wench to bits
To me she would be gold
She know which kind of beer I drank
And damnwell keep it cold
Olga her name doth be
I'd feed her only sweets
I yell at her for two beer
and a snapper for da reetz
Out from under the stairs she'd run
three beers drippin' icy
A steaming bowl up on her head
full of wings, all hot n' spicy
My wench would be all smelly
My wench would always swear
My wench would fart and belch and spit
and I wouldn't even care
All my friends will want one
Jealous as can be
but to own a wench is not for all
well, everyone but me
who would beer me at a yell
She would my thirsty thirst doth quench
and quench it very well
Her teeth would be half missin'
her hair a pretty mess
a trap not meant for kissin'
and a dirty leather dress.
I'd love my wench to bits
To me she would be gold
She know which kind of beer I drank
And damnwell keep it cold
Olga her name doth be
I'd feed her only sweets
I yell at her for two beer
and a snapper for da reetz
Out from under the stairs she'd run
three beers drippin' icy
A steaming bowl up on her head
full of wings, all hot n' spicy
My wench would be all smelly
My wench would always swear
My wench would fart and belch and spit
and I wouldn't even care
All my friends will want one
Jealous as can be
but to own a wench is not for all
well, everyone but me
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