And two more in the back, by the looks of it.
Poor old Prunella
Was built like a fella
So she went ‘round to see Dr. Kerr
He said, “Now then make haste,”
And when she stripped to the waist
He could hardly stop calling her “Sir!”
“Don’t worry your head
“I’m a surgeon,” he said.
“I’ll graft two on just like that.”
And then he went and got plastered,
The silly old....fool
And grafted them onto her back!
Now Poor old Prunella
She can’t get a fella
To walk or to talk or romance with
‘Cause no one wants to chat
When a girl looks like that,
But by golly she’s sure fun to dance with!
- Benny Hill.