Protection for Mr. Fee

I remember that number of old sixty-nine,
It’s one of my favourite, kept in my mind.
I’ll drop by to visit, when I’m in your town;
Hang my clothes up, as you show me around.
I’ll accept your sweet kindness, I won’t be shy,
 You’ll tell us your stories, to help us get by.

We’ll accept your tasty dipped offers,
As we suck them one by one.
We’ll look forward to an evening,
At old sixty-nine for a night of fun.
We’ll sip your wine oh so sweet,
 At your door there’s more you’ll greet.

I’ll stay only to protect you,
 Protect you from those chosen few.
You’ll need someone to guide you dear,
It’ll be great to have your cousin near.
Someone’s got to keep you in line,
With all those gals you could lose your mind.

Close the blinds and lock your door,
You know there’s only one you do adore.
Don’t sweet talk them with stories told,
You’ll be polite cause you aren’t bold.
Now say goodnight and share that smile,
Tell them you aren’t opened for awhile.