Come listen to my tale of woe
It happened many years ago
When stakes were high and morals low
In hoary old Jerusalem.

In days of old there lived a maid,
She was the mistress of her trade,
A prostitute of high repute,
The Harlot of Jerusalem.

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Hi, Ho Kafoozalum
The harlot of Jerusalem;
Prostitute of ill repute
The daughter of the Baba.

Kafoozalum was a wily witch
A wanton whore, a brazen bitch
And she caused every dong to twitch
That dangled in Jerusalem

A prince there was, both great and tall
His cock so strong, could break a wall
Which fascinated nearly all
The harlots in Jerusalem.

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One day, returning from a spree
His customary hard on, he
Thought to get a piece for free
Of the harlot named Kafoozalum.

He looked and made a forward pass
Knocked her down onto the grass
He missed her hole but hit her ass
The pride of all Jerusalem.

Chorus:

Kafoozalum she knew her art
She arched her back and blew a fart
That sent him flying like a dart,
Sailing o'er Jerusalem.

Now, when the moon is big and red
His flying form soars overhead
Raining curses on the head
Of that wanton whore, Kafoozalum.

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