um chucka willy

um chucka w-lly from a coconut grove he was a mean mother f-cker you could tell by his clothes. black leather jacket and a hairy -ss, between his legs was a pound of gr-ss. lined 100 women against the wall, swore to god he could f-ck em all.
f-cked 98 til his b-lls turned blue, took a shot of whiskey and f-cked the other 2. when he died, he went to h-ll. f-cked the devil and his wife as well. on his tomb stone written in green was “um chucka w-lly was a f-ckin machine”.
have i told you about um chucka w-lly?
a dirty little ditty, recited by american school children during the 1970s, especially at summer camps everywhere:

“um chucka w-lly from the coconut grove, he was a mean m-th- f-cka you could tell by his clothes.

he had a black suede jacket and a big hairy -ss. his b-lls were as big as the t-ts on mama c-ss.

he lined a hundred girls up against the wall and he sweared to the devil that he’d f-ck ’em all. on the 98th one he had to stop, cuz a fraction of his b-lls were about to pop.

he went to the doctor and the doctor said, ‘um chucky w-lly, your b-lls are dead!’

written on his grave all pure ‘n green, ‘um chucka w-lly was a f-ckin’ machine.’ ”

this exists in several similar variations.
you remember when we used to sing “um chucka w-lly”? hahaha! those were the days.
a dirty little ditty, recited by american school children during the 1970s, especially at summer camps everywhere:
um chucka w-lly from the coconut grove.
he was a mean motha’ f-cka’, you could tell by his clothes.
he’d knock on your door with his pr-ck in his hand and say
“ooh, motha’ f-cka’, i’m a poor ol’ man”

he hung a hundred women up on a wall
bet ya’ a hundred dollars he could f-ck ’em all
he f-cked 98 ’til his b-lls turned blue
took a shot of whiskey, then he f-cked the other two

when he died he went to h-ll
f-cked the devil and all went well
on his tomb stone written in green said:
“um chucka w-lly was a f-ckin’ machine”