The Winking Caveman (Misprint)

Down in the jungle, ten million years B.C.
 Was a big sweaty caveman in a coconut tree
 He had two sticks and he said "It's my conviction
 I can make fire if I use a little friction"
 He rubbed and he rubbed
 Then he started on his pud
 He said "Great gosh almighty
 Don't that feel good"
 ‘Cause he was w*nkin'
 ‘Cause he was w*nkin'
 He was w*nkin', people, with a muscular grip
 You put your hand on your hip and let your backbone slip
 Goliath was a Philistine, biggest ever seen
 David was a short-a*se who came from Golders Green
 Goliath went walkin', tripped over his c*ck
 David went WALLOP with a bloody great lump of rock
 And then he went and played his harp
 And wrote a load of Psalms
 But that ain't the reason why
 He's got such big strong arms
 ‘Cause he was w*nking
 ‘Cause he was w*nking
 He was w*nking, people like they say in the song
 You put your hand on your dong and it won't take long
 The five-knuckle shuffle is a wonderful creation
 It's a knob knob… knob knob… knob manipulation
 You can do it in the morning or the middle of the night
 And it can't be wrong if it feels so right
 When you're w*nkin'
 When you're w*nkin'
 W*nkin', people like you bloody well should
 Put your hand on your pud and it feels so good
 Napoleon's sweetheart Empress Josey-phene
 Had something she let him stick his Bony part between
 But when he took up w*nking he'd just turn out the light
 And say "Sorry Josey-phene, tonight is not the night"
 He'd grab hold of his pl*nker and he'd commence to wack it
 And that's why he stood like that
 With his hand stuffed in his jacket
 ‘Cause he was w*nkin'
 ‘Cause he was w*nkin'
 He was w*nkin', people with a muscular grip
 You put your hand on your hip and let your backbone slip
 ‘Cause he was w*nkin'
 W*nkin'