In Mobile

Oh the eagles they fly high in Mobile, In Mobile
Oh the eagles they fly high in Mobile
Oh the eagles they fly high
And they shit right in your eye
Thank the lord that cows don’t fly in Mobile
In Mobile, in Mobile
In Mo in Mo in Mo in Mobile
Oh the eagles they fly high
And they shit right in your eye
Thank the lord that cows don’t fly in Mobile

There’s a girl by the name of Dinah,
Who thinks there’s nothing finer,
Than a prick up her vagina, In Mobile.

If you’re ever thrown in jail in…
and you need a piece of tail
Well the sheriff’s wife’s for sale, In Mobile.

Oh there’s a brand-new lighthouse…
Which the birds use for a shit-house,
Now the lighthouse is a white house, In Mobile.

There’s a man by the name of Hunt…
Who thought he had a cunt,
But his balls were back to front in, In Mobile.

There’s a man by the name of West…
Who thought he had a breast,
But his balls were on his chest, In Mobile.

Oh the girls they wear tin undies…
And they take them off on Sundays,
You should see the boys on Mondays, In Mobile.

There’s a shortage of good whores…
But there’s keyholes in the doors,
And there’s knotholes in the floors, In Mobile.
Oh the parson is perverted…
And his morals are inverted,
But a thousand he’s converted, In Mobile.

There’s a lad named Dirty Danny…
And he likes a bit of fanny,
And he gets if off of granny, In Mobile.

There’s a bastard named Mercator…
Who’s the greatest fornicator,
Masturbator, cunt-inflater,In Mobile.

Oh men of drinking classes in…
When you’ve finished with your glasses,
You can shove them up your asses, In Mobile.

Oh the chemists are the key men….
Selling dehydrated semen,
To emasculated he-men, In Mobile.

Oh the privates wash the dishes….
And they dry them on their britches,
Oh the dirty sons of bitches, In Mobile.

Oh the sergeant is a bugger…
And the corporal is another,
And they bugger one another, In Mobile.

Oh they drink their whisky neat….
Till it drops them off their feet,
And they cannot get a beat, In Mobile.

Oh I chased the colonel’s daughter….
And I shagged her when I caught her,
Now the daughter’s got a daughter, In Mobile.

Oh, the cows they are all dead…
So they milk the bulls instead, ‘Cause the bastards must
be fed, In Mobile.

Oh the Hashers get no tail in… (only twice)
So for want of recreation, they indulge in masturbation,
It’s a hell of a situation, In Mobile.

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A drinking club with a running problem

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