I had a girl in New Orleans, she was so young just sixteen,
She had blond hair and blue eyes too,
And she had a ring-a-rang-a-roo.

Chorus : Oh the ring-a-rang-a-roo,
Pray what is that ?
It's soft and warm like a pussy cat,
With hair all round and split in two,
That's what they call the ring-a-rang-a-roo.

She took me down into her cellar,
And said that I was a mighty fine fella,
She fed me wine and whiskey too,
And let me play with her ring-a-rang-a-roo.
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She took me up into her bed,
And placed a pillow beneath my head,
Took out my cock-a-doodle-doo,
And stuck it in her ring-a-rang-a-roo.
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Her mother said, "You bloody fool,
Because you've broke the golden rule,
So pack your bags and suitcase too,
And go and sell your ring-a-rang-a-roo.
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She went to town to become a whore,
She placed a sign above the door,
"One dollar each and three for two,
To take a crack at my ring-a-rang-a-roo."
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They came by two's, they came by four's,
Until at last they came in scores,
But she was glad when they were through,
For they had ruined her ring-a-rang-a- roo.
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Now along came Pete, the son of a bitch,
He had blue balls & the seven year itch,
He had the pox and syphallis too,
And gave them all to the ring-a-rang-a-roo.
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The army came, the army went,
The price went down to 50 cents,
They got the clap and syphilis too,
All for the love of her ring-a-rang-a-roo.
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And now she's dead and buried deep,
Her body lies in Regent Street,
Her tits hang on the city wall,
And her pussy floats in alcohol.
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