Mates Two right good mates Meet up in a pub They have a great time And eat lots of grub. They drink loads of beer Then, needing a wee They follow each other It's normal, you see. One says to the other "This trough's a bit high." "Mines longer," he said "I'll give it a try." Then he looks across A girl's washing her hands It's a sink, not a trough Fast, he understands. They've gone in the ladies Instead of the gents The lass does not laugh Pays no compliments. Both so embarrassed The two stop mid-pee Then zip up their trousers And giggling, they flee.