The Engineers have hairy ears,
They go without their britches,
They pop their c*cks with jagged rocks,
They're hardy sons of b*tches.
They screw the whores right through their drawers,
They do not care for trifles --
They hang their b*lls upon the walls
And shoot at them with rifles.
Much joy they reap by diddling sheep
In divers nooks and ditches;
Nor give they a damn if they be rams --
They're hardy sons of b*tches.
I posted the lyrics to the old cowboy ditty, “Tie My Pecker To A Tree” and an outraged mod read me the Riot act.
That was a few years ago.