Letter to My Penis

Here is a little letter, I sing to my friend

Lately, it seems like our friendship might end

So, before we're getting into our fight

I thought it hard, I better write

Hey penis, I don't think I like you anymore

You used to watch me shave

Now all you do is stare at the floor

Oh, dear penis, I don't like you anymore

Hey, it used to be you and me

That paper towel and a dirty magazine

That's all we needed to get by

Now it seems things have changed

I think that you're the one to blame

Penis, I don't like you anymore

Take it away, my little friend

Hey Rodney, I don't think I like you anymore

When we get to drinkin', you put me places I've never been before

Rodney, I don't like you anymore

Why can't we just get a grip on our man to hand relationship?

Come to terms with truly how we feel

If we put our heads together, we'd just stay home forever

Penis, I think I like you after all

Oh, and Rodney, while you're shavin'

Would you shave my balls?

While you're shavin', would you, please shave my balls