This is maybe the most beautiful and sprightly song about male ejaculate ever* written, and I cannot recommend it highly enough. Personally, I prefer the version performed by Custer LaRue and the Baltimore Consort, but you have to fast-forward to the end of the eponymous album to get to it. Now you, like me, can never watch movies about olden people dancing again without thinking those songs are about come.**

I thought that it would be fun to share some of our weirder favourite songs this fine Friday. The Captain Beefhearts, the novelty singles, the bawdy 16th century pub songs. What have you got?

*Close second (NSFW).
**I refuse to acknowledge any alternate spelling of that word, unless you are Liz Phair in which case, do what you want, you’ve earned it.