Carol's really beautiful and very good at sums
I'd like to put my willy in her nuni or her bum
She always gets the number's right, she's got me into maths
I'll take away her pants and add my corey to her gash

Oh, Carol, when I see you on 'Countdown'
I have to pull my pants down
And pop a finger in my brown

When she multiplies I unzip my flies
Then when she divides I put my hand inside
And then when she adds, I whop out my knob and 'nads
Then when she subtracts I perform a sexual act

Carol's really glamorous, she wears the latest stuff
She's fit for 40 something and I want to doink her muff
She tells you the target but it is my goal
To one day divide her flaps and then square root her hole

I've loved Carol Vorderman since 1985
I sometimes like to lurk around the bottom of her drive
I sometimes like to follow her when she goes to the shops
I sometimes open up her drains and examine her plops
I met her once and told her that I was her biggest fan
She signed me an autograph and put it in my hand
But at that point I felt a little throbbing in my gland
I realised I was ejaculating in my pants
Over Carol Vorderman, Carol Vorderman...

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Carol Vorderman song meanings
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