There once was a ho-bag who was in love with a fag (as in cigarette) She had a flower in her hair as she sat there very bare (ohh baby) She sat there by the fire place dreaming of a wild pace (as in faster) She had a big pig that could do a little jig (they rhyme what can we say) She was all alone and wanted a lover of her own (besides her pig) She once plucked her eye brow in order to buy a new dairy cow (don't ask how that worked) She went streaking down the hall of the local shopping mall (did I mention she had blue eyes) She was fondled by a fat guy who was. . . she was just fondled okay written by T.S. and C.L. in a drunken stupor (again)