The girls won’t fuck me. It ain’t right!
Looks like more wet dreams tonight.
The Good Book says it’s wrong to jerk,
but Man! I see those honeys twerk
and I can’t help myself, you see?
Why won’t they twerk it just for me?

Someday I’ll be a billionaire
and then they’ll learn to treat me fair.
I’ll become a TV star
and run a pageant – there you are!
They’ll beg me for it, don’t you know –
for fame and fortune, or for the dough.

And when I’ve fucked them all and get
too old and fat to do the deed,
I’ll run for President, and set
my sights on planting bigger seeds:
I’ll fuck the world itself and put
myself above the law and God.
And as I stamp my booted foot
you’ll cheer for me, you stupid sod!