An out of work pianist with Turrets Syndrome is strolling around the streets and bars of Soho one unemployed afternoon.
Walking down Dean Street he sees a lounge bar with a sign in the window "Pianist wanted for evening performances".
"******* get in there you ****!" he says to himself and goes to the bar. "Get the ******* manager of this ******* middle class ******** please you ****", he says to a somewhat startled barman. The barman however obliges and his manager comes upstairs. "Can I help you sir" he says.
"Yes you can you fat piece of ****, I saw your poxy advert in the ******* window and I'm here to audition.....******."
The manager is naturally put off by the man's abrasive manner but his dire need for a
top class pianist forces him to agree to an audition. The first tune the Pianist plays is an uplifting jazzy number, not too involving, yet utterly melodic.
At the end the thrilled barman cries, "Wonderful, wonderful. What was that called?"
"That song was called 'Excuse me prime minister but I just jizzed in your daughter's eye, and now the ***** blind...'"
"Oh" says the manager "err, can you play me another. Something a little less lively.
"******.." interjects the pianist before launching into a powerful ballad which leaves the manager in tears. The manager, through his salty teardrops asks him the title.
"That little number was called 'Sometimes when you do a bird up the ******* you get crap on your bell end.'"
"I see" says the manager, "Have you got any songs with less offensive titles?"