Lyrics

Let's get started, okay? No point in dragging it out, right? I'm waving my dick in the wind I'm waving my dick in the wind If it all goes right, I'll be in your arms tonight But I'm waving my dick in the wind I'm waving my dick in the wind I'm waving my dick in the wind If it all goes right, I'll be in your arms tonight But I'm waving my dick in the wind I'm lost in the sauce once again I'm lost in the sauce once again If I make it through the night, everything will be alright But I'm lost in the sauce once again [?] When I become hungry, [i eat?] a meal That's what I call a pro-gamer move I'm gonna kill you! The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt Will make them pay for the things that they did They said, "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed" So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me, oh, yeah Enjoy your little tantrum, diaper-baby? Leave me alone I'm waving my dick in the wind I'm waving my dick in the wind If it all goes right, I'll be in your arms tonight But I'm waving my dick in the wind I'm lost in the sauce once again I'm lost in the sauce once again If I make it through the night, everything will be alright But I'm lost in the sauce once again [Outro] It's been ninety-seven days since I laid my head beside you And a million miles of highway in-between There's some red and blue lights that are shining right behind me And that pig's pretty mean, bastard You should have seen old Jimmy Wilson dance You should have seen old Jimmy Wilson dance Give that boy a dime, and you could have a chance To see old Jimmy Wilson dance