SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Song Challenge:   To write a song about the following (true) news story -- The cops get a call from a woman telling them to arrest her husband, who's in a motel room with another woman. They tell her that although what he's doing is immoral, it's not illegal. Then she tells them that the husband has a warrant out for his arrest. They check it out, and sure enough, it's true. The cops go to the motel and knock on the door. The man goes out the back window and starts to shimmy down a galvanized pipe -- not bothering to put on his clothes! The officer at the bottom of pipe shouts for the fella to come down. The man looks at the officer and says, 'Who? Me?', and the officer says 'How many naked guys on pipes do you think I'm talking to?".


You Rambling Boys of Pleasure by derrymacash
(To the tune of "You Rambling Boys Of Pleasure")

You rambling boys of pleasure
Pay heed unto these words I write
I own I am a rover
In rambling I take great delight
I cast my eye on a pretty girl
And wedding vows are soon forgot
But my pigeons have come home to roost
My game is up, now I've been caught

It was on a Friday evening
All in the merry month of May
I chanced upon a pretty maid
As home from work I made my way
We talked a while and walked a mile
Until before her door I stood
"Would you join me for a coffee, sir?"
I said "Would a bear shit in the woods?!"

One thing led to another thing
And soon upstairs we two did trip
She took me to her chamber
And there from her the clothes I stripped
Upon her neck and breasts and lips
Wet kisses then I did bestow
But my love became distracted by
The ringing of the telephone

"Hello? Who's that?" and then her face
Told a story I've often known
"Behold, your wife" she said to me
Proffering the telephone
And I had no excuse to make
Caught in flagrante, knickers down
And so I owned my deed for once
And challenged her to face me down

"I'll call the law" was her reply
"What I am doing is no crime"
"Then what about your felonies
For which you'll do a long, long time
If ever you were brought to book
If the law had once caught up with you
You leave me with no option, love
I do now hat I have to do."

A siren sounded close at hand
A knock came loudly on the door
And I fled from my lover's arms
No time to lift clothes from the floor
And out the window, gingerly
I jutted out my derriere
I never made it to the ground
Arrested I was in mid-air

I wish I was in Belfast town
And my true love along with me
Money to be plenty
And liquour to be flowing free
Instead I'm in the prison cell
And here I languish for a time
Betrayed by my heartless spouse
And paying dearly for my crimes

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