The Horn

I’ve got a condition
I’m really quite the mess
I have some crazy urges
I truly can’t suppress
When I see something
That reminds me of the sex
I have an awakening
With immediate effect
A girl eating food
That’s shaped something rude
And I have got The Horn
A heart-warming dish
That smells just like fish
And I have got The Horn
The list just goes on
Of things that turn me on
So just for a treat I’ll fondle my meat
And I have got The Horn
Just for a treat I’ll fondle my meat
And I have got The Horn
Watching a musician
Blowing on a flute
Observing a girl drilling
The joy does not compute
Watching a beer froth over
And trickle down the side
Wearing marigolds
And popping two fingers inside
The sweat on my back
When it runs down my crack
And I have got The Horn
Bangers and mash
Look like dick in a gash
And I have got The Horn
The list just goes on
Of things that turn me on
So just for a treat I’ll fondle my meat
And I have got The Horn
A crusty old sock
That sits on my cock
And I have got The Horn
When I’m taking a shit
And the loo paper rips
And I have got The Horn
The list just goes on
Of things that turn me on
So just for a treat I’ll fondle my meat
And I have got The Horn
A tropical storm
That’s wet and it’s warm
And I have got The Horn
The feeling of dread
With my dick in the dead
And I have got The Horn
The list just goes on
Of things that turn me on
So just for a treat I’ll fondle my meat
And I have got The Horn
The list just goes on
Of things that turn me on
Just for a treat I’ll fondle my meat
And I have got The Horn