You know I love to count to ten
So I made this song
Everybody knows the words
Why don't you sing along
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Hank was a hockey player
He always smiled real nice
'Till he took a nasty cross-check
And his teeth spilled on the ice
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Starla is a stripper
Workin' all night long
She'll rent you her dignity
For ten bucks in her thong
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Connor and Katie are Catholics
Livin' in Dublin town
They don't use no prophylactics
'Cause they make the pontiff frown
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Paris is a party girl
You know you'd love to do
Count up the diseases
That she can give to you
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Barbara has a boyfriend
Sees him every night
Every time he drops his pants
She squeals with delight
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Freddie was a farmer
Made his living off the land
But now he counts a different way
Since the combine caught his hand
One, two, three
Four, five, six... nine...
One, two, three
Four, five, six... nine...
Kevin drives a cargo van
From here to Mexico
Bringin' you cheap labor
At fifty bucks a throw
Uno, dos, tres
Cuatro, cinco, seis
Siete, ocho, nueve, diez
Uno, dos, tres
Cuatro, cinco, seis
Seven, eight, nine and ten
Ten little Mexicans
In the back of Kevin's van
Kevin's goin' back again
For the Mexicans' ten friends
Seven, eight, nine and ten
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