And if you still have girl problems remember the answer's at the end of your arm. It's my orgy of one Whippin' my wood to the girlie mags Provin' to myself I'm not a fag Cuddlin' pud in the twilight light My swollen joystick's a silent fright Stopped looking for a dream date femme The pulsating muscle, the creme de la creme The sink at home'll drink it down A load of that jism will erase that frown Layin' pipe is lots of fun But it won't beat my orgy of one Layin' pipe is lots of fun But it won't beat my orgy of one I can't leave that tool alone I'll torture it 'til it turns to stone Work my ham 'til it wings its wad A load of that crazy glue from my bod I lay in awe at the size of my tool My boner I know would make the babes drool But with my hand I wanna fuck With an orgy of one, who needs luck? Layin' pipe is lots of fun But it won't beat my orgy of one Layin' a little pipeline can be groovy But it don't beat my beatin' on me tubey You know, like, I just whip out one of them Lisa De Leeuw magazines, start working that blood viper into a state of semi-turgidness. Next thing you know I just touched the corona, and it's a gallon of that mellow jism splashing out. That mellow groovy coconut oil. The cars driving by the street got to turn on their windshield wipers. That cum's in virtual torrents, buckets. Sometimes it's Seka, sometimes it's Vanessa Del Rio, sometimes it's Samantha Fox. But it will always do 'cause I'm sick of dating. I start logging it every night, by myself, alone. If I want a big fat girl I just take Susan Nero I can't leave that tool alone I'll torture it 'til it turns to stone Work my ham 'til it wings its wad A load of that crazy glue from my bod I lay in awe at the size of my tool My boner I know would make the babes drool But with my hand I wanna fuck With an orgy of one, who needs luck? You better believe it, buddy!