(Now that the antibiotics are begining to fail, this might be a good time

again for this little `warner` which was written as an answer to a poem

by Liverpool Scene poet Sid  Hoddes who wrote a funny poem called

(I think) `The promiscuity Calypso`...which played entertainingly on the 

way he ended the word promiscuity.)

 

 

CHORUS

(Promiscuity, promiscuity

It isn`t a sin or a vice

So just make your choice

And enjoy your joys

Everybody be promiscu-ois)

 

 

 

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`m 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

 

BUM BUM BUM

 

(Sid`s `poem` was sung to a tune...but I`m useless with music)