Oh what a sight, Davids knickers in the trailer tent,
Worn for a week, material all spent. Luck knickers ripped and torn.

Oh what a fright, grey boxers made of Arran wool,
Wrapped around his delicate wee tool. Joggers willie, Oh how cruel.

Oh he gets this funny feeling when he walks to the loo,
and back - knickers riding up his cra-a-a-ck!

Oh what a sigh.