Dick Lyrics

Dick lyrics

Dick was obsessed with his dick. 

He would beat off at least three times a
day: 

In the morning, when he woke up, 

Right after or right before
dinner, 

Or right before he went to sleep. 

If he didn't get in his
three daily beat-off sessions, 

He was a pain in the ass to be around. 

He jerked off to tv- 

Especially I Dream of Jenie and Dynasty and
Charlie's Angels; 

He pulled his pud to porno books; 

He even
jerked off 

To the underwear ads 

In the magazine section of the
Sunday New York Times. 

If you were a girl, talking to him on the phone,


Chances are he was beating his meat to the sound of your voice. 

'Cause coming was his raison d'etre. 

One time he was in the middle of
jerking off to Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune 

When a job offer came to
him over the phone 

And he needed the job bad 

But he told the man
he'd call him right back, 

'Cause he needed to come more than he needed
the job. 

It wasn't that he was ugly or afraid of women or anything like
that 

He just honestly preferred his right hand. 

I saw him the
other day, 

And he told me that last friday he was with two girls at
their place 

And they both wanted him to stay over. 

But he went
home, 

Called up another girl, 

and jacked off while talking to
her. 

I don't know why he tells me this stuff. 

Dick's a fucked up
guy.