Tightie Whities

What should I write, what do you think

How's about tightie whities

The kind that get most women all worked up

Divesting themselves of their nighties

Even if you plead you have a headache

She's in no condition to listen

Those tightie whities are driving her crazy

Down below she starts goin' fishin'

All of a sudden your headache disappears

Now it's you who's all gung ho

You yell out “tally ho ride 'em cowboy”

She screams bloody murder “woo ho”

That continues for about thirty-eight seconds

Then collapsing exhausted on the floor

You scream out “got a cramp in my leg”

She yells, “want more, want more, want more!”

Think to myself that's the very last time

It's polka dot boxers from now on

Tightie whities will be the death of me

At my age, I ain't got that long

Ha... a fairy tale!!!