Bad Down-Down

PPI, NCH3

(To the tune of Surf City by Jan and Dean http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE1r_8oqrQc)

He's got a two-inch pecker,

Yet he calls it a woody.

Bad down-down, here we come!

It's hormonally deficient,

It's much smaller than it should be.

Bad down-down, here we come!

It flutters like a feather when the breezes blow,

And if he stuck it in a harriette, she'd never know.

[Chorus}

Well, he got a bad down-down,

As you all can see.

Yeah, he got a bad down-down,

'Cause you called on me.

Well, he got a bad down-down,

As you all can see.

Yeah, he got a bad down-down,

'Cause you called on me.

Let me drink my beer in peace!

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