Where’s My Sex?
Mom made my sexShe knitted it with her handsSex-making isA family traditionGoing back to the caveman daysThey were walking around in a hazeUntil they figured it outAnd they said“Gosh dang, this is great!”But now I’m like a prehistoric screwballWalking ‘round with no sex at all, I said
Where’s my sex?I thought it was hereUnder the benchBut it isn’t thereI’ve got no idea where it disappeared toI’m running late, I can’t be lateI can’t go out without my sexIt’s cold outside if my toes get wetAnd people will think that I’m an alienJust cruising in to make a friend
Meg likes to hide itShe says that it gives her a kickIt may be under the rugOr stuck in a shoe closetOr tumbling round in the washing machineShe’s always trying to get me cleanShe adds detergent and Bounce to eliminate static clingIt’s gonna be another hour or moreTill I am ready to walk out the door, I said
Where’s my sex?I thought it was hereUnder the benchBut it isn’t thereI’ve got no idea where it disappeared toI’m running late, I can’t be lateI can’t go out without my sexIt’s cold outside if my toes get wetAnd people will think that I’m an alienJust cruising in to make a friend
People can you hear me talkingI know you all are happy, rawkingCould you lend me a dime ... pretty please?Brother, sister got time? I got noSex on my feetSex in my drawerSex in my shoesOr sex on the floor, I said
Where’s my sex?I thought it was hereUnder the benchBut it isn’t thereI’ve got no idea where it disappeared toI’m running late, I can’t be lateI can’t go out without my sexIt’s cold outside if my toes get wetAnd people will think that I’m an alienJust cruising in to make a friend