Spunk's not dead

Been swimming around for three days in a load of smeg
Been swimming around for three days and I can't find an egg
Spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead
Spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead

What a bloody awful life stuck in fallopian tubes
I stink of Gyno-Daktarin and nice vaginal lubes
I started out with a million mates, now they've all packed it in
But I still wag my spermy tail and grin my cheesy grin
Spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead
Spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead, spunk's not dead

Belinda Carbuncle

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