One Whore in Labrador (feat. Salty Dick)

The Hudson's Bay Company Runs ships in the summertime To stock the stores of Labrador And fill 'em full for the wintertime Our ship set sail from Old Detroit Bound for Newfoundland Where I was hoping to get off But I should've used my hand Cuz they've got One Whore in Labrador All you hear is: Stay away For she's been humped by every chump From Jack Lane's Way to Broomfield Bay She's got saggy tits, breeding hips And a fire down below You'll grow barnacles beneath your keel So for God's sake don't you go She has a pussy that won't lubricate Yet the world's wettest asshole And when you shove it up her butt She likes to quote the Bible She's been open wide, reaming through the tide And she's launched 1000 cocks And if you only f*ck her mouth Ya might not catch the pox She' has whips, chains and fuzzy things And pills to make you last But if you mention her peg leg She'll peg it right up your ass Her pussy smells like an old mudflat After the tide's gone out And when it barps out what's inside You'll throw up in your mouth Cuz they've got One Whore in Labrador All you hear is: Stay away For she's drained the cum of every chum From Jack Lane's Way to Broomfield Bay She's got wooden teeth, stinky queefs And a dry dock down below You'll grow barnacles beneath your keel So for God's sake don't you go The tide came in, so I did too And I went to pay her fee Saying: I'm a horny sailing man With the Hudson's Bay Company She took out her teeth and did undress But she kept on her eye patch She then pulled out a church key And tapped it on her snatch She said "My boy, I hope that you don't mind But have to scrub the deck For I've been fucked a dozen times And it's only just a half past ten See I'm the only whore in town And my cunt's full up with goo Just let me wash a little out And then This Bud's for you Cuz they've got One Whore in Labrador All you hear is: Stay away For she's been banged by every gang From Jack Lane's Way to Broomfield Bay She's got a 3 inch clit, some pussy zits And a red flag down below You'll grow barnacles beneath your keel So for God's sake don't you go You'll grow barnacles beneath your keel So for God's sake don't you go