Songtext von Whiskey Dick

Oh my God, I feel sick Drank too much, whiskey dick Tried so hard with this chick Still too soft, whiskey dick Rise it must, point to prove Wait, I just felt it move Tried a-gain, have no doubt Now it's in, fell back out Pleasure she is not receiving Bored and angry, now she's leaving It just lies there, looking guilty Small and shrivelled, white and wilty Did your best, gave up quick Get some rest, whiskey dick