Underneath my belly, underneath that brown-grey hair
Is a fifty year old penis that finally doesn't care
I get more done than I ever have
With my focus clear and strong
More morning wood, but the yard looks good
My dick is dead and gone
Yeah, my dick is dead and gone
Oh, my dick is dead and gone
Now it's only all my buddies in the contacts on my phone
There's no more need for pussy and I'm finally all alone
It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers
My dick is dead and gone
Underneath my belly, oh he's just laying there
He ain't playin' possum, that's all he does is stare
He's had his fun and he's finally done
He's just skin and a no-more bone
So hit the road you weenie fans
My dick is dead and gone
Yeah, my dick is dead and gone
Oh, my dick is dead and gone
Now it's only all my buddies in the contacts on my phone
There's no more need for pussy and I'm finally all alone
It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers
My dick is dead and gone
Yeah, my dick is dead and gone
Yeah, my dick is dead and gone
Now it's only all my buddies in the contacts on my phone
There's no more need for pussy and I'm finally all alone
It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers
My dick is dead and gone
It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers
(What are you doin' there, fella?)
My dick is dead and gone