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Frisky In The Jar
Lyrics: Scott Doonican / Amanda White
 
Me and me missus went to
The Jessop Wing in Sheffield 
Signed-up for a course of IVF,
But we found it was a minefield 
They first produced a fountain pen
And we signed a pile of paper 
But I hadn’t got a chuffing clue
What they had in store for me there
They took us to a tiny room
And said they needed samples 
Two vials of blood from her right arm,
But from ME they took an armful 
Three nurses had to hold me down,
And they ruffled up me tanktop 
And they left me with an empty arm,
A cuppa and a Hob Nob! 

Muttering “Ooh you’ve buggered me arm” 
We only came for embryos 
Not for pain and a tale of woe 
I’ve no strength to lift me fire hose 

They gave me a small plastic jar,
And then they took the biscuit 
And sent me to another room,
With very little in it 
A drawer with sticky magazines
And the TV muted silent 
And a DVD in black & white,
Titled ‘Shaving Ryan’s Privates’. 

No way would I be sitting,
In the wipe-clean leather armchair 
Lord only knows, how many blokes,
Had shot their pistols sat there
So there I stood, with task in hand,
Struggling with me software 
Tried shooting straight into the tiny jar,
But it was a chuffing nightmare 

Juggling a lad-mag and me jar 
I’m whackin’ on me-laddio 
It’s hard to act like Romeo 
Getting frisky in a jar-o 

I had bragged about a bucketful
But I struggled with a thimble 
Now I’m not ambidextrous
And it’s clear that I’m not nimble 
And where were all the nurses,
Their help would have been super 
But here I am on the NHS,
Christ I should’ve gone with BUPA 

Struggling just to fill up me jar 
Not the best scenario 
I’ve got cramp but no ‘get up and go’ 
Getting frisky in the jar-o 

Now it hurts when I play me guitar 
Like a limp lothario 
I can’t come or get me cock to crow 
Not so frisky in the jar

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Hailing from Barnsley, The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican are Britain's hardest working comedy band. Having played over 1,100 anarchic live shows to date, they are instantly recognisable for their immaculate hair and their stylish dress-sense. The have been critically acclaimed to be the UK festival scene's undisputed Kings of Parody. ... more

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