Now this isn't the song you're after, but this thread brought it to mind "My Name is David Trimble, I'm nifty neat and nimble, On my backside there is a pimple and it festers in July I try so hard to please it, with ointment I do grease it, But the only way to ease it is to go marching with the boys. Chorus It's a little orange pimple, so soft and cute and simple. As harmless as a dimple till the marching season comes Then it swells with indignation, it causes irritation, How can I sit in negotiation with a pimple on my bum? There are lots more verses, and they are in the Frank Harte trubute book "A Living Voice" (the song is by Sean Mone)
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