Jimbo and the Boys

Jimbo and the Boys

Ol' Jimbo was a lecherous sort,

Always carrying his stick and at its end, a cork.

Ol' Jimbo didn't like to keep his ship at port.

He'd rather stab some meat as is typical with a fork.

Jimbo was the proud owner of a pair of boys,

And was always trying to pick up the foxy girls,

The sluttier, the better, preferably not coy,

And he always grabbed them by their mangy curls.

Ol' Jimbo, he thought himself a macho boy.

Ol' Jimbo worked his boys so very hard,

Day and night, sun up to down,

And in between, he'd be a bard,

Writing of conquests for which he was renown.

Then day came that Jimbo caught the bug,

Doubtless that it came from inside some frou,

But he didn't mind, he'd just sweep the rug,

Dr. Cox would just fix up what was now foul.

Jimbo and the boys, just working all day,

Working all night after they grew,

And at the end of the shift, the champagne burst,

And they were sore 'cause they were blue.

Ol' Jimbo returned to work from the rear,

With Double Dee screaming and the owls in fear.

Ol' Jimbo stabbed north and south

Until finally, she wanted him in her mouth.

It was getting late and damn near dawn,

Only three hours left until work would call.

Ol' Jimbo finally opened his Don Perignon,

And Double Dee screamed as a rooster would for dawn.