(A song written in answer to excellent (and

very funny) Liverpool poet Sid Hoddes`

`promiscuity Calypso`)

 

CHORUS

Promiscuity, promiscuity

It isn`t a sin or a vice

So just make your choice

And enjoy your joys

Everybody be promiscuous

 

 

 

Johnny Holiday

In the bath one day

Was giving his body a slush

When he looked down with joy

And said `I`m a boy!

And I`n going to be promiscu –ush.

 

(chorus)

 

So he quickly dressed

In his very best

And hurried to Liverpool eight

Where he met a cute

Little prostitute

And had  him a time that was great.

 

(chorus)

 

Now His missus Pearl

A quite saucy girl

Was feeling all moody and blue

So she went to bed

With their neighbour Fred

And they were promiscuous too.

 

(chorus)

 

Promiscuity, promiscuity

It isn`t a sin or a vice

They went on a spree

Now they`ve got V.D.

All because they were promiscu-ice.

 

(Chorus)

 

Now they go all three

To the infirmary

Looking decidedly grey

They thought love was fab

Now they get their jab

Penicillin in oil twice a day.

 

(Chorus)

 

So the lesson dear

Is so very clear

If you want to be promiscu -iss

Just enjoy your joys

And then take your choice

Gonnorhea…or syphilis.

……………………………

 

All together now – loudly

Ghonnoreah…or sy-y-y-philis

 

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