The Ballad of No-Tits McGee

Описание: This literally took me less than an hour to write:
The Ballad of No-Tits McGee
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Charles McGee had this habit,
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Saw a purse knew he would nab it
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And he was mean, he would scream
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In all the bars he’d cause a scene, Big-Tits McGee !
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Big-Tits McGee !
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Big-Tits McGee !

When he was young, he was so picky
His mom made chicken, and he’d find icky
All but the best, just the breast
He’d eat so much and now he’s called Big-Tits McGee !
One day Charles did rob a lady
Of her fur coat and precious jewelry
His breasts stopped bouncing when he saw
Some bushy man stare out and call Big-Tits McGee !
With a wide brim and a dark stare
More than our Charles, us he did scare
A murder here, an apple there
The only one who could compete: Big-Tits McGee !
At noon so sharp, their duel due
Here stood our Charles with his fair boobs
And stare to stare they waited long
To hear the signal, final song: Big-Tits McGee !
Three shots rang out; a flash, a gleam
We can’t believe what we had seen
Twice in his torso he was hit
We thought that it’d be it for our Big-Tits McGee !
First one flopped down, and then the other
Both of his tits had been a bother
The bushy man had no such thing
Got hit his vengeance he swore to No-Tits McGee !

No-Tits McGee !
No-Tits McGee !