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There is a long poem that i'd heard recited many years ago as a toast
- but i can't remember anything but the very start and the very end.
(starting with)
"Here's to the hole that never heals, the more you stroke it, the
better it feels..."
(and ending with)
"Gentlemen, to the Queen!"
Can anyone help?
Brett
the only time i've heard this was at MacLean and MacLean concerts.
Here's to the hole that never heals
The more you rub it, the better it feels
And all the soap this side of hell
Won't wash away that fishy smell
Wine, women, song and vice
Syphillis, blueballs, crabs and lice
We've had them all, by Jesus Christ
Gentlemen, the Queen!
not sure about the spelling of "Syphillis", sorry.
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>Brett Davenport wrote:
>>
>> There is a long poem that i'd heard recited many years ago as a toast
>> - but i can't remember anything but the very start and the very end.
>>
>
>the only time i've heard this was at MacLean and MacLean concerts.
>
>Here's to the hole that never heals
>The more you rub it, the better it feels
>And all the soap this side of hell
>Won't wash away that fishy smell
>Wine, women, song and vice
>Syphillis, blueballs, crabs and lice
>We've had them all, by Jesus Christ
>Gentlemen, the Queen!
>
>not sure about the spelling of "Syphillis", sorry.
Thank you very much....you made my night!
Brett