Old Snatch:
I belong to an organization
That meets in the dead of the night
It's a sacred congregation
That determines what's wrong and what's right!
Chorus:
Every night at the stroke of three...
Every night at the stroke of three...
Every night at the stroke of three...
The pussies gather!
Every night at the stroke of three...
(The pussies gather)
Every night at the stroke of three...
(The pussies gather)
Our freedom here is fleeting
We pussies have a meeting
Tonight
With dignified behavior
We flop about our labia
With might...
We unite
Every night at the stroke of three...
(The pussies gather)
Every night at the stroke of three...
(The pussies gather)
With blubbery disposition
c*nts of high position
Assemble
We meet here by the river and
We sovereign snatches quiver
And tremble...
With excitement
Our lips are tight, and taut
This meetings not for naught
Be quiet, we can't be caught
Our masters are sleeping
While were creeping
To the council...
High p**y:
Pussies from the North...
Pussies from the East...
Pussies from the West are bringing snacks...
Chorus:
They're bringing snacks!
All:
So dust your cobwebs off
Disinfect your yeast
Bring a friend for a free bikini wax...
Every night at the stroke of three...
(The pussies gather)
Every night at the stroke of three...
(The pussies gather)
Every night at the stroke of three...
Pussies are we!