Cinderella Page #2

I'm rather a sad, royal bloke

Girls plead for the

chance to fondle my lance

And I just fall

asleep in mid-stroke

With many of them,

I have tried S and M

But I get no kick from the pain

And though you may think

I'm not one for a kink

I once made it with a Great Dane

I can't raise a bulge in my tunic

Per chance I'm becoming a eunuch

Or am I headed

straight for the day

When I'm blissfully

happy and gay?

I've known more delights

than King Arthur has knights

My sex life is legend to some

But I've lost my touch

and I dread it very much

The day when my

kingdom won't come

Kingdom won't come

My kingdom won't come

Can't get my kingdom to come

(moaning)

I don't care if the

prince can't come.

My pee-pee's getting very hard.

(laughing)

(blowing)

[Woman] Hi majesty the kind

and her highness the queen

proclaim a great ball.

(gasps)

In honor of the

birthday of the prince

who will choose a bride.

A bride.

[Woman] From all the

fair maidens of the land.

(shrieks)

We gotta get ready for the ball.

Forget it, you're pregnant.

(minstrel music)

(moaning)

Is your father about?

My business is with him.

He's out setting

beaver traps, my lord.

Beaver traps?

There's no beaver in this

part of the country.

What do you call

this then, my lord?

The fern.

A bush?

[Chamberlain] A bush?

A beaver, my lord.

Beaver?

Fern, bush, beaver?

Bush, beaver, fern.

Then put your beaver

next to her bush.

Yes, my lord.

Now that's a fern.

Ere here, ere here, my lord.

What are you doing?

With me two lovely birds.

Birds, birds, birds. (Stuttering)

It was a hot and long

journey, I thirst,

I stop for a pot of water.

(splashing)

For you, sir.

Invitations from his royal

highness the prince,

inviting your daughters

to the great ball

in honor of his birthday.

(playful instrumental music)

The prince is born.

The prince is born,

my little birds.

(screaming)

Oh, we broke the balls, eh, now.

(groans)

[Drucella] (moans)

You're so gorgeous,

you drive me insane.

And you, my lovely, I could

eat you up, you're so scrummy.

I must come closer.

Closer, yes.

Closer.

[Stepsisters] Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Ooh.

Yes.

It's true.

(growls)

Could I do it to you.

Sweet, sexy and seductive are we

Hot honeys of the highest degree

Live, luscious

ladies lying in wait

We're so fine that it

must have been fate!

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Where could you find

two sensuous sisters

It's evident no

man could resist us

Right from the very

moment he kissed us

That the fool is

a prisoner of love

Do it, do it, do it to me

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