Carol's really beautiful and very good at sums,
I's like to put my willy in her noiny or her bum,
She always gets the numbers right, she's got my into maths,
I'd take away her pants and add my Corey to her gash.
Oh Carol,
When I see you on Countdown,
I have to pull my pants down,
And pop a finger in my brown.
When she multiplies, I unzip my flies,
Then when she divides, I put my hand inside,
And then when she adds, I pat my knob and nads,
Then when she subtracts, I perform a sexual act.
Carols really glamourous, she wears the latest stuff,
She's fit for 40-somethin, and I want to doink her muff,
She tells you the target but it is my goal,
To one day divide her flaps and then square root her hole.
Oh Carol,
When I see you on Countdown,
I have to pull my pants down,
And pop a finger in my brown.
Oh Carol,
When I see you on Countdown,
I have to pull my pants down,
And pop a finger in my brown.
I've known Carol Vorderman since 1985,
I sometimes like to look around the bottom of her drive,
I sometimes like to follow her when she goes to the shops,
I sometimes open up her drains and examine her plops,
I met her once I told her that I was her biggest fan,
Then she signed me an autograph and put it in my hand,
But at that point I felt a little throbbing in my gland,
I realised I was ejaculating in my pants over
CAROL VORDERMAN, CAROL VORDERMAN,
CAROL, CAROL, CAROL VORDERMAN,
CAROL VORDERMAN, CAROL VORDERMAN,
CAROL, CAROL, VORDER-VORDER-VORDERMAN...