Twas early one evening, twas barely half past nine,
When by some stroke of fortune, her room lay next to mine.
So like Christopher Columbus I decided to explore,
And took up my position by the keyhole in the door.
Chorus:
Oh the keyhole keyhole keyhole keyhole keyhole in the door,
I took up my position by the keyhole in the door.
She was sitting by the fireside her tiny toes to warm,
With only a snow white shimmy to cover up her form.
And overtime that shimmy moved who could ask for any more,
Other than to be beside that keyhole in the door.
Chorus:
Oh the keyhole keyhole keyhole keyhole keyhole in the door,
I took up my position by the keyhole in the door.
With trembling hand and fingers I knocked upon the door,
And after some persuasion I crossed that threshold floor.
And so that others should not see what I had seen before,
I stuffed her snow white shimmy in the keyhole in the door.
Chorus.
Oh the keyhole keyhole keyhole keyhole keyhole in the door,
I stuffed her snow white shimmy in the keyhole in the door.
That night I slept in glory and somewhere else besides,
And on her heaving bosom had many a glorious ride.
When I awoke next morning my knob it felt so sore,
I felt as though I’d had it through the keyhole in the door!
Chorus:
Oh the keyhole keyhole keyhole the keyhole in the door,
I felt as if I had it through the keyhole in the door.
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