my aunt nellie
My Aunt Nellie had a hole in her belly
And a hole in the biscuit tin
She was sitting on the grass
With her finger up her arse
And her tits going ding-a-ling-a-ling.
If anybody has any theories as to where the biscuit tin fits in to all this, I'd love to know.
And a hole in the biscuit tin
She was sitting on the grass
With her finger up her arse
And her tits going ding-a-ling-a-ling.
If anybody has any theories as to where the biscuit tin fits in to all this, I'd love to know.
written by Jo* N, approved by Phil
The biscuit tin is where she keeps her biscuits, I should wager.
written by excluded pupil, approved by Phil
Oh, Richard Irons. People like you deserved all the abuse they suffered at school. *All* of it.
written by Ni*k Hu*t, approved by Log
Another song may explain what the biscuit tin was for;
Oli oli oli,
Put your tits in the trolley,
and your balls in the biscuit tin
And i can't remember the rest.
Oli oli oli,
Put your tits in the trolley,
and your balls in the biscuit tin
And i can't remember the rest.
written by gr*ff*., approved by Susan
This variation of the Aunt Nellie rhyme is for a man called Mike, and dispenses entirely with the frivolous whimsy of the biscuit tin.
Mike, Mike
Does your mother ride a bike?
With her finger up her ring
Ding a ling ling.
Is it the bike going ding a ling ling, or is that the noise Mike's mum makes when she sticks her finger up her ring? We never found out.
Mike, Mike
Does your mother ride a bike?
With her finger up her ring
Ding a ling ling.
Is it the bike going ding a ling ling, or is that the noise Mike's mum makes when she sticks her finger up her ring? We never found out.
written by Me*ibot *vans, approved by Log
Nellie-free version I heard was:
Oli oli oli,
tits in the trolley,
Balls in the biscuit tin.
Sitting in the grass,
with your finger up your ass,
and your balls go ding-aling-aling.
Scans very well actually.
Oli oli oli,
tits in the trolley,
Balls in the biscuit tin.
Sitting in the grass,
with your finger up your ass,
and your balls go ding-aling-aling.
Scans very well actually.
written by S *, left hanging by Log
my recollection of the Mike Mike version as follows
Mike Mike does your mother ride a bike
with her feet on the handle bars
Arm in a sling, finger up her thing
the cheeks of her arse go ding a ling a ling
Mike Mike does your mother ride a bike
with her feet on the handle bars
Arm in a sling, finger up her thing
the cheeks of her arse go ding a ling a ling
written by an*nymou* u*er, left hanging by Log