You couldn't see a lot With our crotches under froth On timer-jets the trouble started when the bubbles stopped Now if you wanted you could see each little boy wand Bobbing there as clear as little goldfish in a coi pond And I was hot and prunie As dry as styrofoam I needed to escape the tub like Pauly from the Biodome I know no boychik's poifect But I made my lifetime's choice and hoisted myself out of the moistness slowly which exposed my joystick And Pauly must have seen it plain as I'm waving at you Because I stood there dripping, naked like the David statue Pauly I've gotta ask you Because I'm just not psychic If my penis was a Facebook post I wonder if you'd like it "Chorus" All my life I prayed for a friend like you And I wish I could see your linus too But you wore a f**ing speedo, you b**h I can't express just what it's meant to me to have my genitals vetted by a celebrity and one with Paulie's pedigree I'm talking Breeder's Cup If Charlie Sheen had seen my seen peen it wouldn't mean as much He doesn't have the Weasel's touch I'm not some stupid groupie this dude was in Biodome, Encino Man, a Goofie movie and probably other stuff I just think it's f**ing nuts That mister Pauly Shore himself was gazing at my bu*tercups I dreamed to be discovered I hope the wait is over Not sure if this is it But either way it's great exposure And I can't blow this chance To have a bro romance I hope he picks the fruit the dangles from my lowest branch I'll pick the slowest dance I just can't handle this Perhaps I should expect it at a men's spa in Los Angeles "Chorus" I wish I could see your pud too But I'd twitpic your dillsnick, it's true