She wore big knickers and she worked at the sewage farm.
Got my hands down her jeans and I nearly lost half my arm.
But after ten pints, she looked quite fit,
Couldn't wait to get my hands on her flabby tits.
Slap that and ride the ripples,
just got to get my gob round her greasy nipples.
Flabby arse, sweaty breasts, thirty eight chins, she was a mound of flesh.
Big Gemma, she eats a lot of pies,
Big Gemma, she's got enormous thighs,
Big Gemma, have you smelled her breath?
Big Gemma, she'd crush a man to death.
I knew that she wanted me to shag her,
so I stabbed her cunt with my mutton dagger.
I couldn't believe the size of her bum,
She used to play for Wigan at the back of the scrum.
I've seen nowt like it since the day I was born,
But you know me, I'll shag owt that's warm.
Big Gemma, she eats a lot of chips,
Big Gemma, she's got massive tits,
Big Gemma, she's got a huge vagina,
Big Gemma, you'd fit a bus inside her,
She's so obscene, three tons of margarine,
She's like a lump of lard
But Big Gemma makes my willy hard.

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