The Tampax Factory

You can tell by the smell that she isn’t very well, when the end of the

month comes around.

You can tell by the trickle that it isn’t Branston Pickle, when the end of

the month comes around.

Singing ‘We’re all off to the Tampax Factory. Shout out your orders loud

and clear - loud and clear!’

‘We’ve got small, medium, large, super-dooper, fill-a-barge.’ When the

end of the month comes around.

You can tell by the blisters that you’ll have to shag her sisters

You can tell from the stench that’s coming from her trench

You can tell by the moaning that she’s losing haemoglobin

You can tell from the string that you’ll have to go for ring

You can tell from her fanny that you’d better shag her granny

You can tell by the taste that it isn’t salmon paste