Artie Choke

Artie Choke
A fine young bloke
A crown of thorns had he
Jesus Christ
His hair was nice
Dyed purple as the sea

Lady Fair
Hands through his hair
Felt an awful prick
Lady fair
Doth she declared
Would she be Arties chick

Wait, there's more
Before you snore
You have to hear the ending
Shaved his hair
His head laid bare
He had her full attention

She said
Oh Artie Choke
Your are my bloke
You look like Yul Brenner
Without hair, your head so bare
I'll forever love you tender

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