Dick lyrics

Artist  : King Missile 
Song : Dick



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														   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.