There are limits to what one shares
Like naked bodies or pubic hairs
Or that medical complaint that makes us blush
You know the one I\'m talking about that one called thrush
But still some folk can\'t help themselves
They bare all as if there\'s nothing else
Declare in a proud, loud voice
Yes, it was my arse that made that noise
A little decorum if you please
I don\'t care to know your disease
Or if you were \'up\' with the morning dawn
That\'s not my business
That\'s all yours
And if your wife is open minded
Don\'t show me
I\'d rather be blinded
You may think that I\'m a prude
To quail when I hear something rude
But when your father
Opens up
About being naked with tea in his cup
Then you\'ll see where I\'m coming from
Because some things a son should never learn