American Pie

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember,
When I got my very first blow job.
How my little pecker quivered,
With every tongue lap she delivered,
And when she licked my ball sac,
I couldn’t hold my wand back.
I tried to stick it up her butt,
But I split her ass and ripped her gut,
I knew I have to find a slut,
The day my puppy died.
I was singing why, why did my dog have to die,
That retreiver had a beaver that would never go dry,
The good old boys were kicking whiskey and rye,
Why did his dog have to die?
Why, why did my dog have to die,
That retreiver had a beaver that would never go dry,
She get my pipe and slippers and she unzip my fly,
Why did my dog have to die?