NOTHING COULD BE FINER
(To the tune of Nothing Could Be Finer Than To Be In Carolina In The Morning)

Oh! Nothin' could be finer than to be in a vagina...
in the mornin'.
Nothin' could be sweeter than my sweetie when I
'meat' her in the mornin'.

All the little whories, hang around my door
Whisperin' dirty stories, I never heard before.

Jumpin' on my girlie, when the dew is pearly...
in the mornin'.
Dicky he just rises up, and slips into that
warm moist cup at dawnin'

If I had a Sultan's harem, just for a day
I'd tell 'em all, and here's what I say.

Nothin' could be finer than to be in a Vagina
in the mornin'!