Grandpa MaleGoatMilker crawls down from the rooftop,
He's sly as a corncrake, it's said.
Attempting to squeeze into somebody's window,
To climb into some woman's bed.
The eyes of the grandpa were blank in the old days
When he used to go on a bat;
With whistle he called all the women to make love
With him in the bushes like cat.
Grandpa MaleGoatMilker loved this monkey business,
A dozen at once satisfied.
The people considered him their folk idol,
Respected by all within sight.
But now all the bitches have hidden their asses
Behind private windows and doors.
The grandpa is crawling, all wet are his trousers,
He's old, to the john on all fours!