Oh, I wish I looked after my dear old knockers
Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers
Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers
Oh, I wished I'd looked after me Tits.
'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning
It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning
And those dirty memories are rapidly thinning
Oh, I wish that I'd looked after my Tits.
'Cos Tits can be such a troublesome thing
When they no longer bounce but dangle and swing
Till they're both twisted up like knots in a string
Oh, I wished I'd looked after my Tits.
Well now they don't ebb and there's no sign of flow
And they're both long enough to tie in a bow
They are less of a friend and they're more of a foe
And I wished I'd looked after my Tits.
When picking them up it does require leverage
But it's not so much lift as industrial heavage
When there's more of a parting and less of a clevage
I wish I'd looked after me Tits.
When I was younger I got whistles and hoots
From the men on the sites to the men in suits
Now me nipples get stuck in the zips of me boots
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me Tits.
When I was a youngster I rode bikes and scooters
Cruising around with my favourite suitors
Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters
I wish I'd ooked after me Tits.
When they follow behind and get trapped in the door
When they're less in the air and more on the floor
When people see less of them rather than more
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me Tits.
We used to have fun on the haystacks of straw
Those were the times I could even the score
Then limp off back home with me nipples all raw
I should've 'took' better care of me Tits.
So I think of them now as of no further use
They are worn and they're torn from years of abuse
With nothing left tight and with everything loose
I wish now I'd looked after me Tits!
Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers
Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers
Oh, I wished I'd looked after me Tits.
'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning
It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning
And those dirty memories are rapidly thinning
Oh, I wish that I'd looked after my Tits.
'Cos Tits can be such a troublesome thing
When they no longer bounce but dangle and swing
Till they're both twisted up like knots in a string
Oh, I wished I'd looked after my Tits.
Well now they don't ebb and there's no sign of flow
And they're both long enough to tie in a bow
They are less of a friend and they're more of a foe
And I wished I'd looked after my Tits.
When picking them up it does require leverage
But it's not so much lift as industrial heavage
When there's more of a parting and less of a clevage
I wish I'd looked after me Tits.
When I was younger I got whistles and hoots
From the men on the sites to the men in suits
Now me nipples get stuck in the zips of me boots
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me Tits.
When I was a youngster I rode bikes and scooters
Cruising around with my favourite suitors
Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters
I wish I'd ooked after me Tits.
When they follow behind and get trapped in the door
When they're less in the air and more on the floor
When people see less of them rather than more
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me Tits.
We used to have fun on the haystacks of straw
Those were the times I could even the score
Then limp off back home with me nipples all raw
I should've 'took' better care of me Tits.
So I think of them now as of no further use
They are worn and they're torn from years of abuse
With nothing left tight and with everything loose
I wish now I'd looked after me Tits!
* This post has been modified
: 17 years ago
