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If you gave me six inches I wouldn't be sad
Though it’s not the biggest I've ever had
If you offered me seven
I’d be in heaven
Eight, nine even ten I've managed but then
I tried a twelve incher, oh never again
It stuck in my throat though I sucked it and blew
My mouth was wedged open and so I withdrew
My gobbling technique I have to refine
And I will, I promise, just wait 'til next time
I got runner up and most were impressed
Good for a novice at the sausage eating contest.
(Well what did you think I was talking about?)
Though it’s not the biggest I've ever had
If you offered me seven
I’d be in heaven
Eight, nine even ten I've managed but then
I tried a twelve incher, oh never again
It stuck in my throat though I sucked it and blew
My mouth was wedged open and so I withdrew
My gobbling technique I have to refine
And I will, I promise, just wait 'til next time
I got runner up and most were impressed
Good for a novice at the sausage eating contest.
(Well what did you think I was talking about?)
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