Dick of Death

When I met him he was nice enough For a shot man trying to act real tough in a bar That kind of attitude won't get you very far His shirt was open and I saw his chest A salt-and-pepper, soft and furry mess You know how that turns me on Then he took my hand And ran it over the outline in his pants He had the d**k of death And so I closed my eyes And tried to fantasize about this d**k of death We grabbed a cab and went away to my place where we Dropped our clothes so fast you'd think we were racing I couldn't wait to see it for myself There it was, staring ut at me Long and perfect, boy, was I ever lucky He kissed me and we fell down on the bed Then he took my hand And let me guide him into my promised land He had the d**k of death I looked into his eyes And let him sodomize me with his d**k of death I'd never seen one Quite this big before When he's soft he's nearly Hung down to the floor I don't know if I love him But I love is d**k of death