“How unusual” she replied and said, “You’ve got the job, but please do me a favor and if anyone asks the names of your songs, please don’t tell them. And do something about your clothes; you look terrible. Go and buy a tux for the party.”

The bum was happy about his new job and had never bought a tux before and wound up getting one that was three sizes too small. At the big party, the crowd was amazed at his performance once again.

He bowed at the crowd back and forth and ripped out the whole rear end of his trousers. One lady stepped forward clapping and said, “Sir, you are a great piano player but do you know you have a hairy ass and your balls are hanging out?”

With a smile, the bum replied, “Lady, know it? I wrote it!”


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