Baltimore Whores - Gavin Friday

There were four old whores from Baltimore

Drinking the blood red wine

And all the conversation was

«Yours is smaller than mine.»

Through me roly, poly, tickle my hole-y

Smell of my slimy slough

And drag your nuts across me guts

I’m one of the whorey crew

«You're a liar,» said the first whore

«Mine's as big as the air

The birds fly in, the birds fly out

And never touch a hair.»

«You're a liar.»

said the second

«Mine's as big as the sea

The ship sails in, the ship sails out

Never troubles me.»

«You're a liar,» said the third whore

«Mine's as big as the moon

The men jump in, the men jump out

Never touch the womb.»

Swab your decks, me hearties

Slice them up with pride

Light your oars, you sons of whores

Yours is smaller than mine

«You're a liar,» said the last whore

«Mine's the biggest of all

The fleet sailed in on the first of June

And didn’t come back till Fall.»