Two Jags...
Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 12:42 pm
I Am Ready Mr Prescott
I am ready Mr Prescott,
You can take me in your arms
All these years I've waited
To experience your charms,
So fling aside those trousers,
I hope they're quick release,
For all that hanky panky's
Made you clinically obese.
I like a man of substance,
I like a man of size,
Especially when I'm measuring
The bags beneath their eyes.
If anyone insulted me
I have no doubt at all
You'd leap to my defence
And punch the blighter through the wall.
I like you Mr Prescott,
A constant watch I keep
To see you on TV
Sat next to Tony, fast asleep.
So I'm waiting Mr Prescott
My toothbrush in my bag,
To see your chiselled jaw
Behind the wheel of either Jag.
A man like you is dangerous
A man like you is trouble,
Just like a row of houses
You demolished me to rubble.
With one hand on the tiller
As steady as a rock
And the other disappearing
Up the secretary's frock.
Coat
I am ready Mr Prescott,
You can take me in your arms
All these years I've waited
To experience your charms,
So fling aside those trousers,
I hope they're quick release,
For all that hanky panky's
Made you clinically obese.
I like a man of substance,
I like a man of size,
Especially when I'm measuring
The bags beneath their eyes.
If anyone insulted me
I have no doubt at all
You'd leap to my defence
And punch the blighter through the wall.
I like you Mr Prescott,
A constant watch I keep
To see you on TV
Sat next to Tony, fast asleep.
So I'm waiting Mr Prescott
My toothbrush in my bag,
To see your chiselled jaw
Behind the wheel of either Jag.
A man like you is dangerous
A man like you is trouble,
Just like a row of houses
You demolished me to rubble.
With one hand on the tiller
As steady as a rock
And the other disappearing
Up the secretary's frock.
Coat