The Dirtiest Song That Ain't
I've been 'round for a long timeAnd I learned along the way:If you wanna go on the radioThere are words you just can't say!Well, I thought hard about itAnd I found a way around it
Help me go on the radio, you gotta say the words I can't.You got to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't.Come on, ma'am, won't you give me your handAnd say the words I can't?You got to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't
Down in CarolinaI met a girl with a nice [...]So I reached down between usAnd I whipped out my [...]Skipped right past the suckin'And got right down to [...]She turned and said: "I gotta ask,Would you slip it into my [...]?"
Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't.You got to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't.Come on, ma'am, won't you give me your handAnd say the words I can't?You got to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't
Her husband was a truckerHe was a filthy mother[...]I didn't wanna wrastleWith this no-good stinkin' [...]I heard him come through the kitchen doorWhen I was bangin' his filthy [...]I knew I'd end up in a ditchIf he caught me ridin' his [...]
Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't.You got to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't.Come on, ma'am, won't you give me your handAnd say the words I can't?You got to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't
"Mercy, please!" I told him,But he grabbed me by the [...]And he did something heinousHe exposed his [...]I said "I don't mean to seem crass,But why are you buttering up your [...]?"He said "My wife's a beard, and she lured you here.'Cause I'm queer and I love it in the [...]"
Help me go on the radio by saying the words I can't.You have to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't.Sir and ma'am, thanks for lending a hand.By saying the words I can't.You have to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song,The filthiest song,The dirtiest song that ain't.