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Oh Maybellene, why caint you be true, woo-woo
Why is it you do the things you do, who-who
The knight was a gent
But bowling he went
And your eyes still sparkle like the dew, ewe-ewe
(Meanwhile the young maiden placed an index finger into each ear canal, and grinned a sly grin at the young troubadour. "What say we dance, Johnny Reb.")
"Let's go dancing!" our sweet damsel said
To her jealous and sad Johnny Reb.
"Shall we square dance or boogie?
Some southern-style woogie?"
Save the last dance. That's best done in bed.
Way on down south in Texas at the Fiesta Flambeau
She was shaking her money-maker to a jazz combo
San Antonio
By the Alamo
Later by pale moonlight they danced the Horizontal Mambo
The parade with its lights has passed through.
Now the damsel wants something to do.
There's "Fiesta Flambeau"
But don't search "Alamo":
Santa Anna's her ancestor, too.
Por fin, mi pequeño chile jalapeño, estamos bailando
Si hay una cosa en mi familia tengo entendido
Mi viejo abuelo
No estaba loco
Le gustaba decir, "A Dios rogando y con el mazo dando"
(Maybe that was Pancho Villa)
When Pancho breathed, "Guapa," the cry
From the damsel made Johnny ask why
She yelled, "Guapo to you!"
Like a feisty, hot shrew,
Like some nutty, but sweet pecan pie.
There once was an hombre called Pancho
In old Mexico he was some kind of honcho
Generalissimo
Huge mustachio
By the way this has been a limerick by El Sancho
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Don't mess with my TootToot
Don't mess with my TootToot
You can have the other woman
But don't mess with my TootToot
I'm gonna steal away your Toot-Toot
I'll impress her with my Zoot-Suit
Riding tandem on my Vespa
A mechanical monsta'
With a tail pipe that goes Poot-Poot
"Pues, lo hablo bastante bien*
Especially when I'm with men
Who call me 'bonita',
Their 'chiqititita'.
Just guess what they want from me then."
* Gracias to Google Translate
Inquired Pancho, "¿Jew hab a real man lately?"
Replied the damsel, "Yes, wait No, hmm Maybe."
"¡Santo dios!"
"Antes de adios"
"What is the latest on the royal baby?"
The royal baby is pink and quite small
His hobbies are eat, sleep, and bawl
He's ranked third from the top
Past the Ears and his pop
And his first goal is learn how to crawl
George Alex first opened his eyes feeling happy
Primogeniture means he'll succeed his pappy
Heir to the throne
After he's grown
But first what to do 'bout that stuff in his nappy?
Some limericks popped in my head
While Melissa was waiting in bed.
They were nasty and rude
And delightfully crude.
Now Melissa has left me for Fred.
Bah-haha-HAH
Okay, okay, okay:
There once was a dude named Mahmoud
Who was downright rude, crude, and lewd
His gal was a prude
And she copped a 'tude
When she viewed Mahmoud in the nude
Okay, one more:
There was a young lady from Tibet
Who late at night surfed the Litnet
Then things went awry
She said Me-oh-my
I must have misplaced my diskette
Okay, okay, okay, one more.
I think it's about field artillery
There once was a chap from Iraq
Who had a tremendous ball sack
The left ball went first
The right nearly burst
Two blocks away something went splat
(He's probably a friend of Mahmoud's)