The naughty bits of pretty girls
Have tufty corners kinks and curls
But the pubes of my girl Dorothee
Stretch from her belly-button to her knee
The general effect of her pubic area
Resembles Bigfoot's b*m, but hairier
And any attempt to find her snatch
Is a scramble in a bramble patch
 
So Dorothy, please trim your minge
Won't you clip your fanny fringe
Your pubic hair makes me despair
So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere
 
And though I love my Dorothee
She's got hairs on her belly like the branches on a tree
Three first-aiders stand and wait
In case m*ff-divers suffocate
The last time that I went in there
I found some rabbits and a grizzly bear
Lord Lucan and best by far
Elvis riding on Shergar
 
So Dorothy, please trim your minge
Won't you clip your fanny fringe
Your pubic hair makes me despair
So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere
 
      Some people have no objection
      But really it causes me pain
      To see the object of my affection
      Catching her pubes in her bicycle chain
 
They say one hair from her vagina
Would stretch from Chingford down to China
And I just won't explore alone
Without a compass and a mobile phone
I went in there with volunteers
Lumberjacks and a pair of shears
Tree Surgeons and some boy scouts
Six went in and one came out
 
So... Dorothy, please trim your minge
Won't you clip your fanny fringe
Your pubic hair makes me despair
So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere

Oh Dorothy..
Hold it woman you're strangling me