The naughty bits of pretty girls
Have tufty corners kinks and curls
But the p*bes of my girl Dorothee

Stretch from her belly-button to her knee
The general effect of her p*bic area
Resembles Bigfoot's b*m, but hairier

And any attempt to find her sn*tch
Is a scramble in a bramble patch


So? Dorothy, please trim your m*nge
Won't you clip your f*nny fringe
Your p*bic hair makes me despair

So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere

And though I love my Dorothee

She's got hairs on her belly like the branches on a
tree
Three first-aiders stand and wait

In case m*ff-divers suffocate
The last time that I went in there
I found some rabbits and a grizzly bear

Lord Lucan and best by far
Elvis riding on Shergar


So? Dorothy, please trim your m*nge
Won't you clip your f*nny fringe
Your P*bic hair makes me despair

So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere

Some people have no objection

But really it causes me pain
To see the object of my affection
Catching her p*bes in her bicycle chain


They say one hair from her v*gina
Would stretch from Chingford down to China

And I just won't explore alone
Without a compass and a mobile phone
I went in there with volunteers

Lumberjacks and a pair of shears
Tree Surgeons and some boy scouts
Six went in and one came out


So... Dorothy, please trim your m*nge
Won't you clip your f*nny fringe

Your p*bic hair makes me despair
So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere


Oh Dorothy..
Hold it woman you're strangling me