Four-Letter Words Oscar Brand

[Chorus]
The four-letter words, the four-letter words
That never say quite what you mean
We'd rather be known for our hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure and obscene

[Verse 1]
When nature is calling, plain speaking is out
When ladies, Lord, love 'em, are milling about
So, you may wee-wee, make water or green up the grass
You may powder your nose, even Johnny may pass
Shake the dew off the lily, see a man about a dog
Or when everyone's soused, try condensing the fog
But please do remember, if you would know bliss
That only in Shakespeare do characters

[Chorus]
Four-letter words, the four-letter words
That never say quite what you mean
We'd rather be known for our hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure and obscene

[Verse 2]
Now, a woman has bosoms, a bust or a breast
Those lily-white swellings that bulge 'neath her vest
They are towers of ivory, sheaves of new wheat
In moments of passion, ripe apples to eat
You may speak of her nipples as fingers of fire
With hardly a question of raising her ire
But by Rabbelais' beard, she will throw several fits
If you speak of them roundly as good honest