You got forty gigs of MP3 and twice that in pornography
You got a souped-up eighty-five Mercury that’s still alive
You got a modified sixty-four telecaster you adore
You got a pimped up stereo playin funky music, yo
You even got a maxxed-out barbecue but still no matter what you do
You can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout her tonight
Cause you’re a man, Jack
You’re a man, Jack
So just give yourself a hand, Jack
Cause you can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout her tonight…
You got a supah fly DVD - fifty inches of TV
You got forty gigs of MP3 and twice that in pornography
You got a big fat plasma screen, but all that shit just makes you scream
Yeah, you got all the distractions but no satisfaction ‘cause
You can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout her tonite
Cause you’re a man, Jack
You’re a man, Jack
So just give yourself a hand, Jack
Cause you can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout her tonight…
Waitin’ all this time was hard enough
But now you’re gettin’ ready to call her bluff
You take your jimmy hats to the checkout aisle
The cashier gives you that little smile
Cause Extra Large is just your style…
© 2006 Tim Rideout
