Something is wrong with me...

I can't stop sing Monty Python's "Penis Song" to myself...... :wtf:

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. isn't it frightfully good to have a dong. It's swell to have a stiffy, it's divine to own a dick. From the tiniest little tadger, to the world's biggest prick. So three cheers for your willy or John Thomas. Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake. Your piece-of-pork, your wife's best friend, your Percy or your cock. You can wrap it up in ribbons, you can slip it in your sock. But don't take it out in public or they will stick you in the dock, and you won't come back.


P.S. Is this a sex thread? :crazy:

That's just..... wow.....

penile songs: http://www.badmouth.net/archives/000126.php

("Monster" should be #1, really.)

2. Monster—Fred Schneider
(lyrics)

Quote: "There's a monster in my pants
And it does a nasty dance
When it moves in and out
Everybody starts to shout"

Monster is one of my favorite songs period, which puts it high on the list of penis-related pop songs, indeed. Monster was a modest hit for singer Fred Schneider, who is one-third of the vocal trio known as the B-52s.

It was the no. 1 track on Schneider’s 1984 solo effort, Fred Schneider & The Shake Society. Filled with hypnotic beats, campy humor and double entendres, Monster was too hot for the bland Top 40 landscape of the ‘80s, so it received little airplay.

Baloney Pony Trivia: Although Fred appears to be making the ladies quite happy with the monster in his pants in the song, there is a rumor that he is in fact, well…GAY.

:wow:

I love that song, and I never knew it was about THAT! Yikes....

Noel Coward song?

King Missile - Detachable Penis

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

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