Penis Dimension (Basic Tracks)

Penis dementia Penis dementia Penis dementia is worrying me I can't hardly sleep at night 'cause of penis dementia Do you worry? Do you worry a lot? 'Cause... Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Do you worry? Do you worry and bawl, oh, oh, oh, that the Size of your cock is not monstrous enough? It's your penis dementia Penis dementia Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Hiya, friends Now just be honest about it Did you ever consider the possibility that your penis, and in The case of many dignified ladies, that the size of the titties Themselves might provide elements of subconscious tension? Ooh Weird, twisted anxieties that could force a Human being to have to become a politician Ooh A policeman Ooh A Jesuit monk A rock and roll guitar player, a wino, you name it Or, in the case of the ladies, the ones that can't afford A silicone beef-up, they become writers of hot books Manuel, the gardener, placed his Burning phallus in her quivering quim Yes Or they become Carmelite nuns Gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his Mutated member in her slithering slit Ooh, or race horse jockeys There is no reason why you or your loved one should suffer Things are bad enough without the size of your organ Adding even more misery to the troubles of the world Right on Right on Now, if you're a lady and you've got munchkin tits, you can Console yourself with this age-old line from primary school Anything over a mouthful is wasted Yes And isn't it the truth? And if you're a guy and one night you're at a Party and you're trying to be cool, I mean- Mm-hmm ... You aren't even wearing any underwear, you're being so cool That's cool And somebody hits on you one night and he looks you up and down and He says, uh, "Eight inches or less." Well, let me tell you, brothers That's the time when you've gotta turn around and look that son of A bitch right between the eyes and you gotta tell them these words...