Whiskey Dick - Stephen Lynch

Oh my God, I feel sick

Drank too much, whiskey dick

Tried so hard with this chick

Still too soft, whiskey dick

Rise it must, point to prove

Wait, I just felt it move

Tried a-gain, have no doubt

Now it’s in, fell back out

Pleasure she is not receiving

Bored and angry, now she’s leaving

It just lies there, looking guilty

Small and shrivelled, white and wilty

Did your best, gave up quick

Get some rest, whiskey dick