Penis Dimension Lyrics

Penis Dimension lyrics

Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)


Mark volman:
Penis dimension.

Howard kaylan:
Penis dimension.

Everybody:
Penis dimension is worrying me.
I can’t hardly sleep at night
’cause of penis dimension

Do you worry? 
Do you worry a lot? 

No!

Do you worry? 
Do you worry and moan ...
That the size of your cock is not monsrtous enough? 

It’s your penis dimension!
Penis dimension!

Howard kaylan:
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Mark volman:
Hiya friends. now just be honest about it. did you ever consider the
possibliity that your penis, and in the case of many dignified ladies, that the
size of the titties themselves might provide
Nts of subconscious tension? weird, twisted anxieties that could force a human
being to have to become a politician. a policeman. a jesuit monk. a rock and
roll guitar player. a wino. you name i
In the case of the ladies, the ones that can’t afford a silicone beef-up, may
become writers of hot books.

Howard kaylan:
"manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in her quivering
quim."

Mark volman:
Yes, or they become carmelite nuns.

Howard kaylan:
"gonzo, the lead guitar player, placed his mutated member in her
slithering slit." ha ha ha!

Mark volman:
Ooh, or racehorse jockeys. there is no reason why you, or your loved one should
suffer. things are bad enough, without the size of your organ adding even more
misery to the troubles of the world


Howard kaylan:
Right on, right on!

Mark volman:
Now, if your a lady and you’ve got munchkin tits, you can console yourself
with this age-old line from primary school:

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Anything over a mouthful, is wasted.

Mark volman:
Yes! and isn’t it the truth? and if you’re a guy, one night you’re at a
party and you’re trying to be cool, I mean, you aren’t even wearing any
underwear your being so cool, and somebody hits on
One night, and looks you up and down and he says uh,

Howard kaylan:
Eight inches or less? 


Mark volman:
Well let me tell you, brother, that’s the time when you got to turn around
and look that son of a bitch right between the eyes. and you got to tell him
these words: