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| Virginia My friends, I will give you the skinny On the gal that we know as Virginny. When Santa came 'round Virginia went down On the elf as he slid down her chinny. Quite soon they were off on his sled. The clouds were a feathery bed. When he loosened the reigns And flocked out her brains, Virginia went heels over head. The couple then flew to a field Where Santa quite shyly revealed That the man who was flyin' Beside her was Brian. Virginia just tittered and peeled. There is something quite sweet about Ginny. She is certainly nobody’s ninny, But when she gets rode And is set to explode She utters a reindeerish whinny. As Santa rolled Ginny in heather Their parts became tethered together. They flew in his sleigh And went all the way To the pole and to regions more nether. The last time Virginia saw Santa He was seeing the lass from Atlanta And the lawyer from Lowell And she banged on his pole So hard it turned blue and majanta. Yes, Santa's a jolly old fellow. 'Ho ho ho to my hos!' is his bellow. He's an elfish old imp As well as a pimp Who stuffs all the stockings with Jell-O. So here's to the seasonal gent Who spent so much time in a pent- House with a whore That Noel is no more: May they both make like nails and get bent. |
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