We got a n*** model for our art class
It was a bird with an nice arse
The teacher had trouble trying to find her
I couldn't wait to see her vagina

The art teacher drove us in his Volvo
To Hornchurch where I hoped to see a vulva
It was art, it shouldn't have aroused us
But I got a stiffy in my trousers

Drop your paper, drop your card
She dropped her drawers and my knob went hard
I struggled with my pastels to capture her complexion
All the time nursing a rather large erection

The next week I couldn't wait to get behind my easel
And have a good stare at a naked woman's weasel
But my filthy plans went all up in smoke
The art teacher had employed a bloke

He was wrinkly and he was old
His cock and bollocks were completely bald
I don't know if he shaved them or the hair had fallen out
But I had rather hoped that I would be ogling a hairy clout