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The Penis Song Lyrics

Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome
Once gave a lecture he entitled 'Everything I know'
Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so
And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home
(Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something)
Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me
In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway
So many people saw my penis in its glass case
They recognise my penis now before my face

Subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us?
Everything you didn't want to know about my penis

A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough
But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so
The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed
knife
Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his
wife
(Very curious)
A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same
Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain
One man's sport is fly fishing, the other's pocket
billiards
Congratulations, Watson, on your almost-Freudian
brilliance

The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain
us
With everything we didn't want to know about his penis

Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with
flecks of purple
With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a
turtle
It wears a flesh-tone roll-neck and the neck goes up
and down
It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the
town
Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing
To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string
Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue
And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work
is done

In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus
I drop everything you didn't want to know about my
penis
(Some sort of Tourette Syndrome)

It's a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong
Shows promise as a songwriter (it writes most of my
songs)
Don't bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie
Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly
(Very chic!)
Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified
laughter
That some men wash their hands before they touch it,
others after
And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never
shine
You'll feel what's mine becoming yours, what's yours
becoming mine

Ladies and hermaphrodites, my tender-hearted readers
Everything you didn't want to know about my penis

There was a bohemian monk
Who went to bed in a bunk
He dreamt that Venus
Was stroking his penis
And woke up all covered in .....

Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean
us?
Everything you didn't want to know about my penis

It's a tribute to the power of something otherwise
mundane
That waving it under a stranger's nose is said to scar
his brain
I'm doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains
intact:
I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat
(I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat)

And if I've bored you stiff with this riff about my
penis
I wouldn't let a little thing like that come between us

And if you can think of another song even more
atrocious
Well supercalifragilisiticexpif**kingdocious

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