Sally thumper
College thumper
Oh they all were in the bumper
Bumper of tides right up to
The jumper
He jumped her, he didn't jump her
Oh perhaps they suit one another
It could have been his mother
He was the spit of her brother
Oh thumper, college thumper
Grown green as petrol pumper
Looking in the locked windscreen
Of a shifty customer
Make a liner, make a leaner, it's
Always getting cleaner
Apart from when it's getting leaner
In the heat of the sun
Well he dumped her, and she
humped her and they all fell
Around in the summer
What a bummer
That scummer
Didn't somersault her bank vaulter
Did the polka with voltaire
Did Malta with Fred Astaire
She was a moulter and soon
Had lost all her hair
Couldn't fault her
Better bolt her
Down like the table's chair
Out on the rough seas
Of life's faultless cares
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