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 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17 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