Sit on My Face

Now my father said to me, "When yu take a wife.
You're gonna have to fuck her for the rest of your life.
You're gonna have to keep her dressed in silk and lace
So you gotta have her sit right down on your face."

Refrain:
You gotta sit, sit, sit, sit on my face.
You gotta sit, sit, sit, sit on my face.
You gotta sit, sit, sit on my face.

Well, I took my father's word and I got a wife
And on my wedding night I had the time of my life.
You shoulda seen it, guys, it was an awful disgrace.
She climbed upon the bureau and JUMPED on my face.

Well, my new wife died just the other day.
She died for the lack of a satisfying lay.
On her headstone I did place:
"Here lies a girl who just sat on my face."

	Sent by F. Markoe Rivinius, of Philadelphia, who was unable to remember a tune for this.  "JUMPED" in the second stanza is entered here as Rivinius sent it to indicate some sort of emphasis.