After a few swift halves in Ye Olde Inn,
Mary was yours to do anything.
Now not being one to pass a cheap whore,
I took her unprotected on the ladies floor.
I'm well known to shoot my load and flee,
But I gave her two pence and hailed her a donkey.
Now this bitch was poor and she lived in some shack,
She got home to Joe with friction burns on her back.
Little did he know that times would get rough,
Cuz it turn out i got this gal up the duff.
I knew Joe was slow, but surely he wasn't this dim,
As Mary stood by this tale that she was still a virgin.
Nine months later and this couple got evicted,
The lie involved to something Tolken could have scripted.
Everyone knew she was a whore and wouldn't help,
So in an empty stable she squeezed one out.
Somehow Joe still thought there was nothing between us,
So I went to visit this kid they called Jesus.
Now Mary might be easy, but fuck could she fib,
Cuz this bastard had alsorts around his crib.
I was slightly pissed that I couldn't say anything,
But I vented my frustration via a fight with a king.
Though later I knew I had something time couldnt rob,
You wont remember me as a player, you'll remember me as God.
