Don't Touch Your Sister (A Tasmanian Love Song) - Kevin Bloody Wilson

Son gotta talk to you

Sit yourself down

Your daddy's got something to say

What you ought to know

‘Bout the birds and the bees

And to keep you from going astray

Cause there are some rules that us men folk must foller

And life on the farm will be fine

You can bang anything that you find in the holler

But don't touch your sister she's mine

You, can jack yourself off just as much as you want

Maybe grandma will give you a hand

Or go ask your momma cause she's been a waitin’ for you

to grow into a man

You can practise on cactus but just you be careful of

prickin’ your dick on a spine

No tellin’ where else you can go dunk your biscuit

But don't touch your sister she's mine

Don't touch your sister or you’ll be in trouble

Cause that sorta thing just ain't done

If you feel a twitching from down in your britches

Go look somewhere else for your fun

You can practise on cactus but just you be careful of

prickin’ your dick on a spine

No tellin’ where else you can go dunk your biscuit

But don't touch your sister she's mine

You can go hump your grampa cause if you’ll real gentle

he probably won’t know that you’re there

But when you are finished just button his flannels and

prop him back up in his chair

You can have your first choice of the salesmen that

call or the preacher when he calls next time

No telling where else you can go dunk your biscuit

But don’t touch your sister she’s mine

Them, buzzards ain’t bad when you know how to catch ‘em

Just fart and they’ll think that you’re dead

And don’t turn your back on the cat cause it scratches

but potty cabs love giving head

You can do what you like to the horses and cattle, the

chicken, the goats and the swine

You can bang anything that you find in the barnyard

But don’t touch your sister she’s mine

You can bang anything that you find on the farm here

But don’t touch your sister she’s mine