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The Song Challenge:   Coffee Bar Sparks Caffeine-Condom Rush: ROME (Reuters) - This Challenge! is from the "One And Only Five Minutes Flat" Amos, and is guaranteed to bring a smile to the faces of all coffee lovers . . . Italian espresso is supposed to give the drinker a lift, but it seems to be making some decidedly frisky. A coffee bar in the Italian beach resort of Sperlonga has taken to handing out free condoms with every cup it sells. 'It's a bit of fun, but also to make sure people protect themselves, the owner of the bar, The Pirate, told the newspaper Corriere della Sera, adding that a lot more young people had started drinking his coffee. More than 150 people a day have been whisking the condoms into their back pockets or handbags, according to the owner, but Sunday is apparently the busiest day of all. 'Who knows what they get up to,' he said.

Aye, There's The Rub(ber) by Naemanson
(Tune:  Quare Bungle Rye)

Marco was a plumber, in Sperlonga he stayed,
Jill was a teacher, on vacation she played.
They met on the beach and hit it off right,
Marco knew with the teacher he would stay the night,
Through the night ,
He knew they would play,
Through the night, 
Through the night.

They stopped at The Pirate, espresso to drink,
When the waiter served the coffee at Marco he winked.
He saw Marco was in with the teacher real tight,
He would plumb the depths of the teacher that night,
Through the night ,
He knew they would play,
Through the night, 
Through the night.

And so on the table he left for them each
A bright colored condom within easy reach
They each quickly slipped theirs out of sight,
But he knew that the condoms would stretch out that night,
Through the night ,
He knew they would play,
Through the night, 
Through the night.

That night Marco used all the tricks that he knew,
And Jill was no slouch in the bed as she proved,
The free condoms they used and they fit just right
As they played together all through the night,
Through the night ,
As they played together,
Through the night, 
Through the night.

Next day Marco turned to his wrenches and tools,
And Jill flew on home to go back to her school,
And all through the day she smiled on her flight
As she thought of what happened between them that night
Through the night ,
What happened in bed,
Through the night, 
Through the night.

But you know eight weeks scarcely had passed
When that happy smile left the face of the lass
She learned not to trust Italian rubber stretched tight
As she paid for the fun that she had through the night, 
Through the night,
She paid for the fun
That she had,
Through the night.

As Jill was a-winging her way through the air
Marco began to feel full of despair
His crotch was itching after all his delight,
You might say he was crabby when he thought of that night
Oh that night,
He was crabby whenever
He thought of that night

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