She thought of her friends on Bond Street,

She thought of her friends on Bow,
She thought of the score,
She'd laid on the floor,
When in walked "One Hung Low".

"Fly into my arms thou bag of shit",
He said with his cock in hand,
"My love for thee will last like snow,
On the desert sand".

She gently raised her starboard tit,
And scratched her itchy twat,
Then she said with a half-assed grin,
"Go fuck your hat".

Anger overcame him,
As he pissed upon the wall,
Cock in hand he fucked his hat,
And trod on his one good ball.

Now on the street of a thousand assholes,
'Neath the sign of the pregnant cat,
They bore him away in splendor,
The man who had fucked his hat.