The Air Down There

As I stand here alone
What you see is my own
And I think every inch is divine
You may find it quite crude
That I stand in the nude
On the corner of Sunset and Vine

It's an indelible fact
When I air out my crack
And my member waves in the wind
Through snow sleet and hail
Or a blustery gale
It helps keep my thingy thick skinned

I like when the air blows through my hair, down there
You know what I'm talking about

Oh what's the purpose of clothes
Nobody knows
To appear more fancy less fat
Be happy with skin
It's what we're born in
And if you want to dress up wear a hat

I like when the air blows through my hair,
And if you should stare I really don't care
Cuz I like when the air blows through my hair, down there
That's right, down there
There's a dog barking, thanks

I don't have any clothes on
You got all your clothes on

Are you saying you like my music?
Are you saying you don't like my music?
Well eff you bitch!
Calling a dog a bitch
That's legal

Down there..

Andy Dick mouth-raped me
It was a really bad scene

Lies!