Here's a little tune ...

Here's a little tune that I heard from a friend. Her father taught it to her when she was a wee lass. (I'm told he always had a bit of funny up his sleeve.)
It made me laugh, so I thought I'd pass it on to you.

Tickle me, tickle me, you know where
Under me kilt and through me hair
And if you don't tickle me in the right place
I'll lift up me kilt and piss on your face

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