Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

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Mary Anne Burns is the queen of all the acrobats, She can do tricks that’ll give a guy the shits, She can shoot green peas from her fundamental orifice, Do a somersault and catch’em on her tits. She’s a great big son-of-a-bitch, Twice as big as me, Got hair on her ass like the branches on a tree, She can swim, fish, fight, fuck, Fly an airplane, drive a truck, Mary Anne Burns is the girl for me.

MARY ANN McCARTHY Melody - Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mary Ann McCarthy, she went out to dig some clams, Mary Ann McCarthy, she went out to dig some clams, Mary Ann McCarthy, she went out to dig some clams, But she didn’t get one son of a bitchin’ clam. All she got was oysters, All she got was oysters, All she got was oysters, And she never got one son of a bitchin’ clam.

She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco Bay, She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco Bay, She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco Bay, And all she ever got was crabs. All she ever got was crabs, All she ever got was crabs, All she ever got was crabs, And she never got one son of a bitchin’ clam.

She waded in the water till her ass it dug the sand, She waded in the water till her ass it dug the sand, She waded in the water till her ass it dug the sand, But all she ever got was piles. All she ever got was piles, All she ever got was piles, All she ever got was piles, And she never got one son of a bitchin’ clam.

She went to every party that the Army ever gave, She went to every party that the Army ever gave, She went to every party that the Army ever gave, But all she ever got was clap, All she ever got was clap, All she ever got was clap, All she ever got was clap, And she never got one son of a bitchin’ clam.