Rub a Dub Dub Three Men in a Tub

Rub a dub dub

Three men in a tub

And who do you reckon they are?

A gypsy, a poet, and a priest, don'tcha know it

A'scrubbin each other's beard



The poet dropped the soap

and reached down to grope

for it, but to his surprise

The gypsy and priest

were bigger than he

and quite appealing now in his eyes



Now with outstretched hands

he grabbed each one by the glans

and they both elicited such moans

The gypsy sang out and reached back first

The priest following soon in verse

Filling the tiled walls with such tones



Scrubbing each other down

as the soap they now refound

and now it was other methods they seeked

If it weren't for the bubbles

They'd all be in trouble

For now they were positioned hip to cheek



Rub a dub dub

The gypsy, priest and poet a'splashin in the tub

Until they exhaustedly came

And in the afterglow they sighed

and lovingly fluttered their eyes

They knew later they should try that again