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