Cactus In My Y-Fronts

Tune: A recital to the meter of Eskimo Nell

 

Chorus:
I've got Cactus in my Y-fronts
A vulture on my head
I've just been kissed by a Tennessee miss
And I wish that I was dead

I've a jock strap made of leather
That tickles tee he hee
But the cactus in my Y fronts
Made a loser out of me

I was up in Cripple Creek,
I was dying for a leak
So I dropped behind a cactus there
And when I did up my belt
I can't tell you how it felt
But I knew the meaning of a prickly pear

I went down to Nevada
Where the girls try so much harder
And I met a cute young thing called Caroline,
But each time she felt my prickles
She said "goodness me to tickles!"
Now she's gone and run off with a porcupine

In Cal-i-for-ni-a where the rustlers are so 'gay'
I bought a gentle gee-gee name of jack
But he livened up a lot
When he felt my prickly bot
That bucking bronco broke my bloomin' back

 

Keywords: recital, underwear