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Daddy's Car

Sitting in the bad seat of my daddy's car.
Well I pulled into a side street, no-one else was there.
Pamela Bowden was a real nice girl
Until the day I picked her up from school,
And we were sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.

Sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.
We were doing things that neither of us had done before.
We tried French kissing, just for a laugh.
Then I got brave an' started fingering her bra,
While Sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.

Sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.
Pamela said "your hand it shouldn't be there"
But I didn't listen, didn't hear her shout
An' on the final tug I pulled her left tit out,
As we were sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.

Sitting on the back seat of my daddy's car.
Pamela told me she'd never been that far.
Then she whispered "thank god mammy can't see me"
Cos by that time we were horizontally
Sitting on the back seat of my daddy's car.

Sitting on the back seat of my daddy's car.
There was a pumping in my groin and a squealing underneath from her.
Well I kissed here once and said "here we go"
As I threw her knickers out through the window,
While sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.

Sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.
The doctor just confirmed all of our worst fears.
I swore that she could have the best of me
But it ain't too easy getting down on one knee, when your
Sitting in the back seat of your daddy's car.

Sitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.
Well the labour pains had started more than two hours before.
I didn't make it to the hospital in time
So she spread her legs and out it came,
And it was shitting in the back seat of my daddy's car.