Walking Down Canal Street
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Walking down Canal Street,
Knocking at every door --
God-damn-son-of-a-bitch!
I couldn't find a whore...
Finally found a whore --
She was tall and thin.
God-damn-son-of-a-bitch!
I couldn't get it in...
I finally got it in,
And wriggled it all about...
God-damn-son-of-a-bitch!
I couldn't get it out!
Finally got it out --
It was red and sore...
God-damn-son-of-a-bitch!
Should never'a screwed a whore!
References
[edit]Randolf, Vance and G. Legman (editor). Roll Me In Your Arms. "Walking Down Canal Street" on pg. 561