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My Favourite Flings
(Original song: My Favourite Things from the musical 'The Sound Of Music')
Muscles on Hunter I found quite appealing
Legs all a-kimbo, standing or kneeling
Hung like a donkey, he made my heart sing
He was just one of my favourite flings
Hunter’s young team-mate, a hunk known as Rhino
Was good on the carpet, on floorboards and lino
Made my eyes water, the size of his thing
It was just one of my favourite flings
Stan was the man, he was lean, mean and kinky
I found it quite hard to take all of his winky
Especially so with both arms in a sling
Still he was one of my favourite flings
When the lights flash
When the earth moves
When I’ve just been shagged
I simply remember my favourite flings
And then I don’t half feel glad
My royal liaison with Eddie was tricky
Because, as you know, he is sexually picky
If I was called Rupert, Byron or Tim
I could have been one of his favourite flings
Then there was Sven, my most burning desire
Whipped me with birch twigs in front of the fire
Blindfold and handcuffed and tied up with string
He’s my most recent of favourite flings
Now I am single, I’m burning with passion
I’ll take on all-comers in any old fashion
Fat ones or thin ones, with four legs or wings
Men hold your hats while this horny Swede swings
Where’s John Major
Give me fat Rik
Set my bush on fire
I’d even consider much more than one man
A hundred-strong male voice choir
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