Old Angus a ferryman runs a boat,
From the docks near to Torbay,
A lecher, he leers at the ladies,
Wonders what games they might play,
When it's stormy and windy,
He rakes his lecherous stare,
Up their billowing dresses,
And surveys their underwear,
Half-price for Ladies, the crafty sod,
In Summer the necklines do plunge,
He gladly surveys all their bosoms,
Eventually, he needs a cold sponge,
In a small cabin, where they go to rest,
Is Mandy the blow-up-sex-doll,
With Bosun Magnus, his wingman,
It's a Threesome as the waves roll,
When after 10 or more uses,Mandy is full,
there can be little doubt,
They both find so many reasons,
Why the other should empty her out,
Now for all their lechery,I
t's truly not as bad as it seems,
Both Angus & Magnus; and also the boat,
Just need help when getting up steam,
Both are happily married,
But life, it has had its toll,
Both their wives are exhausted,
Guess who bought them the doll.
