Dead and Gone

Underneath my belly, underneath that brown-grey hair Is a fifty year old penis that finally doesn't care I get more done than I ever have With my focus clear and strong More morning wood, but the yard looks good My dick is dead and gone Yeah, my dick is dead and gone Oh, my dick is dead and gone Now it's only all my buddies in the contacts on my phone There's no more need for pussy and I'm finally all alone It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers My dick is dead and gone Underneath my belly, oh he's just laying there He ain't playin' possum, that's all he does is stare He's had his fun and he's finally done He's just skin and a no-more bone So hit the road you weenie fans My dick is dead and gone Yeah, my dick is dead and gone Oh, my dick is dead and gone Now it's only all my buddies in the contacts on my phone There's no more need for pussy and I'm finally all alone It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers My dick is dead and gone Yeah, my dick is dead and gone Yeah, my dick is dead and gone Now it's only all my buddies in the contacts on my phone There's no more need for pussy and I'm finally all alone It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers My dick is dead and gone It's golf, it's beer, and I'll talk to queers (What are you doin' there, fella?) My dick is dead and gone