Shaving Cream

I have a sad story to tell you
And it may hurt your feelings a bit
My wee song is not very pleasant
'Cause it’s all on the subject of
Shaving cream, be nice and clean
Shave ev’ry day and you’ll always look clean
There was an old woman lived near us
She died in the middle of the night
And so to fulfill her last wishes
She was buried in six foot of
My sister is fond of her knitting
She knits in the bathroom each night
One time she dropped all her stitches
And the landed in a big pile of
When I was in france in the army
I went and I opened my kit
I thought that I might have a sandwich
But the darned thing was full up with
Our baby fell out of the window
It’s wee head it might have been split
But our child it was very lucky
For it landed in a big pile of
And now friends my story is ended
I may’ve hurt your feelings a bit
But if you did not like my wee song
Stick your head in a big pile of