Taint the size of the pole, but how it moves at play,
To please all involved and git the catch of the day.
Cocktail weenie or big ole salami,
Can all give pleasure and make a Gal a Mommie.
Gents look for Gals who's cups runnth over,
But what do that matter for a roll in the clover!
Some Gals judge size by noses and feet,
They check them out on the Gents that they meet.
Docs can make mountains outta little mole hills,
Gals can improve on Mother Nature ifen they gots lots of dollar bills.
I seen a pill on the ole TV,
That would turn a cocktail weenie into a salami.
Made that man's woman grin like she done sold her possum, Lucky Gal,
Pleasurin would now make her hoop and howl!
Now ifen Mother Nature done gave Ya short change,
Docs can help out, it can be arranged.
Salamis, hooters, cheeks and buns,
Ifen Ya don't like what you've got it can be redone.
Night time can be a dad burn horror show,
When folks starts takin off thangs that don't really go.
Aint nothang natural, now a days,
Folks are fixen up their bodies for other folk's gaze.
When gettin wed, Ya might jest get a pig in a poke,
On yore weddin night Ya might get let in on the joke.
Sometimes Ya jest gots to grab and feel,
To figure out what is and aint real.
So when frisky feelins starts to mount,
Ponder ifen do size count?

Music: Foggy Mountain Breakdown