Boobies by the swimming pool, boobies in the sea,
Boobies lying on the beach and staring up at me.
Some are like two footballs trampolining through the dunes,
Others put me more in mind of eating shrivelled prunes.
Some are brown and some are pink and some are blessed white,
And some, I’m sad to say, should be kept strictly out of sight.
There’s every colour, every shape and every size of cup,
At least in dear old Ireland they’re discreetly covered up.
Boobies lying on the beach and staring up at me.
Some are like two footballs trampolining through the dunes,
Others put me more in mind of eating shrivelled prunes.
Some are brown and some are pink and some are blessed white,
And some, I’m sad to say, should be kept strictly out of sight.
There’s every colour, every shape and every size of cup,
At least in dear old Ireland they’re discreetly covered up.
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