Lyrics

Your dick Your dick Your dork Your dork Your prick Your prick Your pork (Your pork?) Pork? Who calls it a pork? These men and the stuff they call a wee-wee A wee-wee? You mean a penis, don't you? A penis? Penis is such an ugly word It's not that ugly, really Sure, I use it all the time Sure— Sure, we all say it every once in a while, listen Penis Ew Penis Penis Ew, it sounds so revolting the way you guys say it Ew, ka-ka Ka-ka A penis can be a very useful organ Yeah, and very exciting too once you get to know me Penis It sounds so overwhelmingly medicinal A penis, a penis sounds like something a doctor should have hanging off him None of the men I know and love in the rock 'n roll business got "penises" They all have cocks or dicks at least Sure, you wanna go strap on a pop star and he wants to stick a "penis" up you, where's that at? Let's ask our studio audience Will you trade what he has in his pants for what I have behind this curtain? What is it? You mean what's in his pants? I know what's in his pants, he's a lonely guy (Take the money) You have to choose before the big wheel stops whirling You, hey buddy, sky marshal, go whirl the big wheel Can I just take the money? There isn't any money, just the curtain and The lonely guy (Take the money) Time is running out Think it over carefully The curtain I want the money Wait What could it be in there? In his pants? In the curtain Doesn't anybody care what's in my pants? It's too little to have a car or a refrigerator in it Don't be deceived by the size of the curtain