For those that appreciate the finer points of life, here's an old Soldiers song... (sing to the tune of Two Little Boys)
There's a dirty stinking piss house to the North of Waterloo
There's another one for ladies further down
And it's kept by Sally Tucker, For a shilling you could fuck her
You could sleep with her for only half a crown
Though she's known as Sally Tucker by those that used to fuck her
Her real name is Tallulah Johnstone Black
And she's handled many a tool since the day she first left school
And she's earned a damn fine living on her back
From the colour of 'er britches, she's the dirtiest of bitches
Y'ed think this dame had never had a wash
Yet, the smell from her vagina was infinitely finer
Than any whisky, gin or rum, with orange squash
One day she had a rattle with a sailor from Seattle
And she wondered why he hugged so long and close
When he'd finished with his screwing, She found what 'ed been doing
E'd gone and left her proper with a dose
So she gave it to her father who gave it to her mother
who gave it to the Reverend Percy Brown
Who gave it to a cousin, who gave it to a dozen
And now it's spread half way across the town
And so is came to pass, that it reached that sailor's arse
It travelled half way up 'is bloody back
There it rotted and it festered, 'is very life it pestered
'Twas the vengeance of Tallulah Johnstone Black
Now there's a dirty stinking sailor to the North of Waterloo
With a dose of Syph that's slowly turning green
Though 'es 'acked it and 'es scratched it, if 'e can 'ere detach it
'E's a better man than I Gunga Din!