Cifra de Ol Roy The Rooter - Kevin Bloody Wilson
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[Verse 1]
He lived all alone in a nursing home
His wife died years ago
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Bit of a lad when he was younger
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Seems he stole the key to the dispensery
Just went in and helped himself
Viagra, Cialis, finger splints
and a tub of KY gel
Saw himself as a carnal carer to all them
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women without a man
To all them frustrated frail and elderly
A D N.C.
Roy was their last chance
N.C.
We called him
[Chorus]
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Ol' Roy the rooter
With his six a night shot shooter
Popping them little blue pills like tic tacs
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Man's got a job to do
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Hung like a fucking thoroughbred
On his pimped up mobility scooter
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Chemically enhanced dirty old man
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[Verse 2]
He was doing his round on his mobility scooter
When he stopped at room 54
Old Agnes had dropped the key in his pocket
A little earlier that morning
Now here she was stood by her bed
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Zimmer frame holding her up
Ol' Roy waltzed in, he give her her a wink and said
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Well ol' Agnes didnt hesitate
She knew why she wanted him here
She said I haven't had a man go down on me
me for over 50 years
N.C.
I can fix it
[Chorus]
G C G
Ol' Roy the rooter
With his six a night shot shooter
Popping them little blue pills like tic tacs
A D
Man's got a job to do
G C G
Hung like a fucking thoroughbred
On his pimped up mobility scooter
A senior sexual superstar
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[Verse 3]
He said, well let's put away that zimmer frame
And take that lacy nighty off
And we won't be needing them nana knickers
But them fluffy slippers turn me on
He laid her gently back upon the bed
And like a true blue gent
blew the dust and cobwebs off her minge
and in he fucking went
[Verse 4]
He gagged and spat and spluttered
and he pulled his head right back
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Fucking hell I've never smelled
A minge as bad as that
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Sorry, Roy it's me arthritis
Arthritic minge, are you sure?
It's in me shoulders and me elbows
And I can't wipe me ass no more
N.C.
Sorry.
[Chorus]
A D A
Ol' Roy the rooter
With his six a night shot shooter
Popping them little blue pills like tic tacs
B E
Man's got a job to do
A D A
Hung like a fucking thoroughbred
On his pimped up mobility scooter
A geriatric love guru
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[Verse 5]
But did ol' Roy give up on Agnes
D A
He grabbed a can of disinfectant and give
that mangy minge a spray
Stuck an oxygen mask over his nose
And a rubber gloves on his tongue
And drived head first into that toxic trench
Until he made ol' Agnes cum
N.C.
Twice
[Chorus]
A D A
Ol' Roy the rooter
With his six a night shot shooter
Popping them little blue pills like tic tacs
B E
Man's got a job to do
A D A
Hung like a fucking thoroughbred
On his pimped up mobility scooter
The living, loving, fucking legend
E A
[Outro]
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Chemically enhanced, dirty old man
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D A
Senior sexual superstar
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D A
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D N.C. A N.C.
Living, loving, fucking legend
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