There’s very little I enjoy in life more than a good double entrendre, especially in the lyrical form.
Anything which gets me parping like Finbarr is a good thing in my book:
This song, I think, is the King of saying one thing but meaning another:
Relax, ladies, they’re married. Probably to each other.
But there’s one hidden in here too, dear readers. Can you spot it?
You can? Then progress on to the next level of smut.