Songs - 2 (Tampax Factory)

Aaaaah yes, a new song. This is one of those songs that can be sun sitting around a braai, during a walk to the field (Of which we had many in Grahamstown) or after fines when everyone is feeling jolly.

After some careful listening and a little bit of googling - this is what i have picked up. Please if you have any more versus feel free to drop me a line and i will modify the post. Have a read, there are a goodies, MaHolly was not a huge fan of them when i sang it to her.lol

*Far away in the Tampax Factory,

Shout out your orders loud and clear,

We have small, medium, large,

Super-duper like a barge

When the end of the month comes around*

You can tell by the frown that you'll have to pot the brown,

When the time of the month comes around

*Chorus*

You can tell by the blister that you'll have to fuck her sister,

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the stench that she's got a septic trench

When the time of the month comes around 

  

You can tell by the smell that the babies gone to hell

When the time of the month comes around 

  

You can tell by the taste that it isn't salmon paste

When the time of the month comes around 

  

You can tell when she's boggin that she's seeping haemoglobin 

When the time of the month comes around 

  

You can tell by the string that you'll have to do her ring

When the time of the month comes around 

  

You can tell by the hum that you'll have to shag her mum 

When the time of the month comes around 

  

You can tell by the bleeding it's her sister you'll be seeding

When the time of the month comes around

You can tellny the stench that she's got a dirty trench

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell form the rope that you haven't got a hope

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the stink that she's dripping from the pink

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell from the red that your only getting head

When the time of the month comes around

you can tell by the pad that you'll have to fuck her dad

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her whinning that she's shredding uterus lining

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her sheet that its time to beat your meat

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the sludge that it isn't Cadburys fudge

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell, by the smell, that she isn't very well

When the time of the month comes around

When she asks you for a dime, you will know it’s her ragtime

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the smell that there’s trouble in the well,

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her walk that you’re gonna sit and talk,

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the look that you shoulda read a book,

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the lump that you’re only gonna dry hump,

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her legs that she’s about to drop her eggs,

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the stench that she's got a gammy trench....

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the moning that she's leaking heamoglobin

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the blotch that she’s got a leaky crotch…

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her eyes there is blood between her thighs…

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her pout that her eggs are falling out…

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by her stance that she’s bleeding in her pants…

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell that it itches by the way she always bitches…

When the time of the month comes around

You can bet it ain’t sweat when her underwear is wet…

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the stink that she isn’t in the pink…

When the time of the month comes around

You can tell by the red that the embryo is dead… 

When the time of the month comes around

(Thank you Villiages Fourths)