It’s My Penis

IT’S MY PENIS

What's that hangin’ down between my legs?

Looks like a sausage between two hard boiled eggs!

And sculptors usually got it covered with leaves

Now I wonder what it could be?

 

Oh!  It’s my penis!  My penis!

Y’see how much has truly come between us

It's my penis, my penis!

Let’s start again, and this time be friends!

 

Some say you’re a symbol of power and hate

And some say you’re a weapon to dominate

But you don’t look that mean to me

When y’draw in the snow with my pee!

 

Chorus  (C’mon, give it a try!  It's not hard!)

 

Now you don’t have to get it up like there’s a record to prove

Limp or erect, it still feels good

And all that guilt’s just a-holdin’ you down

It’s not a contest for cryin’ out loud!

 

Chorus (See?!  You're gettin' the hang of it!)

 

Well we needed this talk, little penis-to-heart

We’re on the same body but so far apart

And even though I’m here a-talkin’ to you

Y’know we’re really one and not two!

 

Chorus  (Follow the bouncing balls!)

 

Written by Geof Morgan, ©1980, Geof Morgan

On Ebenezer's Make Over & Songs On Sex And Sexuality - www.peteralsop.com