Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Rice pud, very good, chuck it all about, We made it in a teapot and couldn’t get it out, So we all took turns at sucking through the spout, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The fishmonger’s daughter will lay it on the slab, You’d better get your skates on, her sole is up for grabs, She will let you fillet, but you’d better watch the crabs, At the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The herb-trader’s daughter is hot if you like spice, You won’t find her chilli, be sage and take your thyme, She always yells out ‘cumin’, she’ll pepper up your life, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The camel-trader’s daughter will let you have a hump, Mount her, ride her, drive her any way she comes, She’ll go much faster if you smack her on the rump, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The mule-driver’s daughter has a lovely ass, If you want her tail you can roll her in the grass, Beat her with your rod and then drive up her pass, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The baccy-seller’s daughter will let you have some shag, Hand-rolled or ready-rubbed, you won’t find her a drag, If your pipe needs reaming, she’s better than a fag, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The bankers daughter will open your account, She welcomes a deposit, whatever the amount, But want you withdrawal, you’ll pay to get it out, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The hasher’s daughter is always good for fun, Never mind the hare, she fucks just like a bunny, She will always give you a good run for your money, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The blacksmith’s daughter will let you use her forge, You can stoke her furnace if you feel the urge, Put your irons in her fire if you’ve got the nerve, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The bar-tender’s daughter prefers ‘em mild and stout, She’ll give you good head, her measure’s never short, You won’t find her bitter when you tip her out, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The clock-maker’s daughter will make time for you, You won’t need appointments - any time will do, If your spring has run down, she’ll wind it up for you, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The grocer’s daughter is not left on the shelf, If you like her stock then you can help yourself, She’s open all hours with bonuses as well, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The rug-maker’s daughter likes to lay it down, She spreads her wares out for you upon the ground, She likes her underfelt and her tassels can be found, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The fur-trader’s daughter has a nice bit of fluff, If you like some beaver, you will love her muff, Once you’ve trapped her she likes to be stuffed, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The pilot’s daughter lets you in her cockpit, You will roll with her hand on your joystick, Sod the mile high club, go for her in-flight service, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The captain’s daughter has a navel base that’s full, Of discharged seamen, but there’s room for you as well, She got an honourable discharge from an Admiral, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The undertaker’s daughter can always take a stiff, Let her light your fire or bury you beneath, If things are looking grave you can get some grief, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.

The harness-maker’s daughter will let you check her girth, Climb into her saddle and ride for all you’re worth, You’ll never come a cropper, you’ll get your money’s worth, In the Old Bazaar in Cairo.