Jingle Bells
Kate Rancid
Jingle Bells
My cunt smells
Must be all the sores.
There's been at least
A thousand men
Between my foul bomb doors.

Ohhh! Jingle Bells
My cunt smells
It's seeping pus like glue
It must have been
That bloke with the clap.
God knows I've had a few.

Seeping down my thighs
With the stench of rotting flesh
Dribbling down my legs
Lumpy and unfresh.
Oh what fun we have
As we pick out all the scabs.
I leave a trail of yellow
All around the Ladies' lavs.

(sing) Jingle Bells
My cunt smells . . . etc.


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