Whenever life gets you down,
Keeps you wearing a frown,
And the gravy train has left you behind,
And when you’re all out of hope,
Down at the end of your rope,
And nobody’s there to throw you a line…
If you ever get so low that you don’t know which way to go,
Come on a take a walk in my shoes,
Never worry about a thing,
Got the world on a string,
Cuz I’ve got the cure for all of my blues [all of his blues].
I take a look at my enormous penis,
And my troubles start ameltin’ away.
I take a look at my enormous penis,
And the happy times are coming to stay!
I gotta sing and I dance when I glance in my pants,
And the feeling’s like a sun shining day.
I take a look at my enormous penis,
And everything is going my way.
[Jazzy whistling, beep-bopping, humming]
I take a look at my enormous penis,
And my troubles start ameltin’ away.
I take a look at my enormous penis,
And the happy times are coming to stay!
Yea I got great big mounts in the place where it counts,
And the feeling’s like a sun shining day.
I take a look at my enormous penis,
And everything’s going my way [my trouser monster!],
And everything’s going my way [my meat is murder],
And everything’s going my way [size doesn’t matter],i
Everything is going my waaaaaaaaaay! [Yum]
Lyrics by the “Da Vinci’s Notebook” barbershop quartet. Beautifully sung rendition here :
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- You must suppose that money, good looks, and personal hygiene don’t matter either then, right ? ↩