Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a Thailand whore
The go-go bars were not too far
You wouldn't believe what they saw
Dusky maidens, razor blades
It left them with a trau-ma
But Jack was quick when one felt his dick
He knew he wanted more
Jill, the bitch, said, "scratch your itch
And get a fucking whore"
The meat was nice and cheaply priced
A captivating lure
So they agreed, though it was seedy
A prossie each to gore
Jack and Jill both paid the bill
And led them through the door
Jill and Jack then took them back
To their hotel room floor
But Jack abstained, for he complained
His girlfriend would be sore
Jill too stayed chaste, they couldn't face
To break the fucking law
They had a talk, the hookers walked
Then Jack and Jill got bored
"I'm bored," said Jack, "so let's go back
To fetch another whore!"
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