Tool Maynard’s Dick

It’s all an open center

Opens up and lets the wind lift him away

It doesn’t have to feel water

It’s just a place that feels right with him

Kinda like the way you’re breathing

I kinda like the way you keep looking away

Would you like to glide on

Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard’s dick

There’s a shyness found in reason

Apprehensive influence swallow away

You seem to feel abysmal take it

then you’re careful grace for sure

Kinda like the way you’re breathing

Kinda like the way you keep looking away

Would you like to climb on

Climb on my six inches and go down on Maynard’s dick

Took you out in the back of the toolshed

Put it right on top of your forehead

Took you out in the back of the toolshed

Now you know what you’re fuckin with… Maynard’s dick!