Keeping Up With The Jones's His girlfriends got a paper- round She's been around the block, Her mother's loose, she looks like a moose She's a pro at handling rock. With her knickers at her knees, she'll give you the keys And ask if it fits her lock. Her husband's grey, he's turning gay, You can tell from the clothes he buys, Everyone knows which way he goes So to them it's no surprise. His son's in jail, his first name's Gail He says he's a woman but we all know he lies Their house smells stale; it's up for sale It has been for several years. Their waters like paste, but they never waste When it's bath time then everyone shares. The carpets old, it's covered in mould But so's the settee, so no one cares. The TV's broke so they all snort coke, They steal off each other. Their eyes go red as it gets to their heads After their last line they have another. Big sister downs turps and then she burps And goes to meet her lover He calls her sweet, she gets in the seat And tells him her going rate She sees that it's small, and fakes it all And tells him he was great He pays her cash, and she's gone in a flash His wife's home in a state. These are the Jones's; they're living down your street They're wasting self-respect. They're the ones who block the drains But from these, what did you expect?Birth sign: Aquarius
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