The Penis Song-Momus
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The Penis Song - Momus
Buckminster Fuller inventor
Of the geodesic dome
Once gave a lecture he entitled
Everything I know
Taking the title literally
He spoke four years or so
And I intend to do the same
So make yourself at home
Pull up a chair smoke a cigar or something
Cynthia Plaster Caster once
Took my cast and showed me
In a penis exhibition in
A gallery on Broadway
So many people saw
My penis in it's glass case
They recognize my penis
Now before my face
The subject for today
Does knowledge elevate or demean us
Everything you didn't want
To know about my penis
A baker has a penis thing
For flattening the dough
But stick it in the oven and it rises up like so
The man who chops the melons
Up with a long and pointed knife
Has a penis with a mottled skin
I know I asked his wife
Very curious
A priest beneath his cassock
Has a penis just the same
Some call the hypothalamus
The penis of the brain
One man's sport is fly fishing
And the other's pocket billiards
Congratulations Watson on your
Almost Freudian brilliance
The comedian from hell always
Thinks he can entertain us
With everything we didn't want
To know about his penis
Like the heather of the Highlands
Mine is tipped with flecks of purple
With a head as wise as Solomon
Although shaped like a turtle
It wears a flesh tone roll neck
And the neck goes up and down
It comes out in the evenings
And on Friday paints the town
Obsessively compulsively
It only wants one thing
To fill your chosen orifice
With ropes of pearly string
Delivering it's message to your
Womb or to your tongue
And then going slack and flaccid
When its pressing work is done
In witty conversation by drip or intravenous
I drop everything you didn't
Want to know about my penis
Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome
It's a very fine philosopher
Debating right and wrong
Shows promise as a songwriter
It writes most of my songs
Don't bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie
Or avant garde jewelery hanging from your fly
Very chic
Jean Luc Godard once declared
To gales of mystified laughter
That some men wash their hands
Before they touch it others after
And if you slot it carefully
Where the sun will never shine
You'll feel what's mine becoming yours
What's yours becoming mine
Well ladies and hermaphrodites
My tender hearted readers
Everything you didn't want
To know about my penis
There was a bohemian monk
Who went to bed in a bunk
He dreamt that Venus
Was stroking his penis
And woke up all covered in
Thought for the day does abstinence
Dirty us or clean us
Everything you didn't want to
Know about my penis
It's a tribute to the power of
Something otherwise mundane
That waving it under a stranger's
Nose is said to scar his brain
I'm doing my bit to see the
Power of taboo remains intact:
I keep a penis on my head
But never lift my hat
I keep a penis on my head
But never lift my hat
And if I've bored you stiff
With this riff about my penis
I wouldn't let a little thing like
That come between us
And if you can think of another
Song even more atrocious
Well super cali fragilisiticexpi
F**king docious
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