Walking Down Canal Street

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Walking Down Canal Street
by Unknown


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