my aunt nellie
My Aunt Nellie had a hole in her belly
And a hole in the biscuit tin
She was sitting on the grass
With her finger up her arse
And her tits going ding-a-ling-a-ling.
If anybody has any theories as to where the biscuit tin fits in to all this, I'd love to know.
And a hole in the biscuit tin
She was sitting on the grass
With her finger up her arse
And her tits going ding-a-ling-a-ling.
If anybody has any theories as to where the biscuit tin fits in to all this, I'd love to know.
written by Jo* N, approved by Phil
The biscuit tin is where she keeps her biscuits, I should wager.
written by excluded pupil, approved by Phil
Oh, Richard Irons. People like you deserved all the abuse they suffered at school. *All* of it.
written by Ni*k *un*, approved by Log
Another song may explain what the biscuit tin was for;
Oli oli oli,
Put your tits in the trolley,
and your balls in the biscuit tin
And i can't remember the rest.
Oli oli oli,
Put your tits in the trolley,
and your balls in the biscuit tin
And i can't remember the rest.
written by gr*ff *, approved by Susan
This variation of the Aunt Nellie rhyme is for a man called Mike, and dispenses entirely with the frivolous whimsy of the biscuit tin.
Mike, Mike
Does your mother ride a bike?
With her finger up her ring
Ding a ling ling.
Is it the bike going ding a ling ling, or is that the noise Mike's mum makes when she sticks her finger up her ring? We never found out.
Mike, Mike
Does your mother ride a bike?
With her finger up her ring
Ding a ling ling.
Is it the bike going ding a ling ling, or is that the noise Mike's mum makes when she sticks her finger up her ring? We never found out.
written by Me*ibot*Eva*s, approved by Log