Her tits hung low, but her arse was flabbier,
My fingers went in search of the pouting labia,
Smelled dead strong, I thought I'll have a bit of this,
And my tongue went looking for the cli*oris,
(His tongue went looking for the cli*oris),
My tongue went looking for the cli*oris
Can't f***ing find it - where's the man in the boat?,
Can't f***ing find it - where's the man in the boat?,
Can't f***ing find it.
The ba*tard's disappeared, she must be faking,
Its like trying to find a bean in ten pounds of bacon,
Loads of hair and uncooked mutton,
There's no sign of a little pink bu*ton,
(There's no sign of a little pink bu*ton),
There's no sign of a little pink bu*ton.
Can't f***ing find it - where's the man in the boat?,
Can't f***ing find it - where's the man in the boat?,
Can't f***ing find it.
She turned over to watch Eastenders,
There must be a diagram someone could lend us,
Tried further up, got no reaction,
Trust a bloody woman to have such a contraption,
(Trust a bloody woman to have such a contraption)
Trust a bloody woman to have such a contraption.
Can't f***ing find it - where's the man in the boat?,
Can't f***ing find it - where's the man in the boat?,
Can't f***ing find it.