The Ball at Arabesque

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We all went down to Arabesque,
and sure enjoyed the ball;
We mainly went a dancin' there,
But that ain't tellin' all.
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Lads there were a plenty,
An' gals were there galore
having fun and merriment
and maybe a bit more!		While the hostess and her maiden
were sharing bread 'n honey;
The host was in the chambermaid,
'n she was in the money
The Veiled of Abbey Bangerman
He was up to ev'ry trick
A dancin' naked on the floor
And standin' on his prick
Who of us will e'er forget
The ball at Arabesque
Where horizontal dancing
Wasn't thought grotesque		The Warders daughter, she was there,
She had them all in fits:
By jumpin' of the mantelpiece
and bouncin' of her tits
It started out so simple - like
Each lass and laddie mated;
But pretty soon the matin' got
So fuckin' complicated		Yet better still her fiancé
His balls were made of brass
And when he blew a fart, me lads
Then sparks flew out his ass!
Five and twenty virgins came
To see what's going on
And when the ball was over
The twenty five where gone		And when the ball was over,
The Gals did all suggest;
They sure enjoyed the music
But the lovin' was the best