Three Inch Tool
(Sung to "Only Want To Be With You" by Hootie and the blowfish)
Little Me
My Nuts are small as pearls
You like to laugh at me
cause I'm hung just like a squirrel
Sometimes it bugs me
I'm not a bigger guy
When I was a baby
it was exactly the same size
But there's nothing I can do
Cause I only got a three inch tool
Come home with me
Have a cocktail at my place
I gotta tell you
before we get past second base
In My pants
ain't no big shwing
but If you can find him
he's a friendly little thing
But there's nothing I can do
I only got a three inch tool
When I'm coming out of the pool
I only got a one inch tool
Sometimes I wonder
If it'll ever extend
I get embarrassed
When I'm hangin with my friends
They like to razz me
I don't know why
They get me a happy meal
and super size my fry
And there's nothing I can do
I only got a Three inch tool
When I'm coming out of the pool
I only got a one inch tool
Yeah it's small but it's real cool
I'm happy with a Three inch tool
I only got a Three inch tool
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You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin around
And Im goin with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I dont want to get caught up in any of that
Funky $hit goin down in the city
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I've written more than a few original parodies myself... most are a bit on the raunchy side, but I'll put here one of the more tame ones 
I wrote this around the time of Michael Jackson's last 'incident' involving a kid on his ranch 
Billy Dean by Roemello
(Parody of "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson)
He was just a little pre-teen from the local scene
Not that I mind, But does he know that I am the one
Who will strip his underwear to the ground
He said I am too young... to be wanked by the freak of the town
He told me his name was Billy Dean, I began to cream
Then Bubbles turned towards me sad wishing that he was the one
To be blown by the freak of the town
People always tease me, It hurts because it's true
My face falls apart, evertime I fart (heeeeeee)
And Bubbles always told me, nothing's wrong with monkey love
I just can't deny the truth, I love feelin up the youth (hey, hey)
Billy Dean is not my lover
He's just a boy who claims that I touched his bum
I wish I had, but I got none
I dreamed I was the one, I'd have really had some fun
I remember us up all night
The mood was set just right
He dropped his cookie, where did it land
Just where I planned
On his crotch where I sniffed all around
I yearned to take a bite, But he'd probably whoop me in a fight
(In a fight... whooo!)
I tucked him in bed with much regret
As I left the scene
Then I heard screams that of monkey cries
Bubbles did ride
On his bum, in the bed, what a hound
People always tell me, monkey see monkey do
Didn't realize, he'd take it so far (heeeee)
He jumped and looked right at me
Threw the undies cross the room
They were Fruit of the Loom
Knew this would spell my doom (hey, hey)
Billy Dean is not my lover
He's just a boy who claims that I touched his bum
But the monkey did this one
Billy Dean is not my lover
He's just a boy who thinks that I am the one
But I was framed by my chum
He says I am the one, But I didn't touch his bum
He says I am the one, But I didn't spank this one
Billy Dean is not my lover
Billy Dean is not my lover
Billy Dean is not my lover...
I wrote this around the time of Michael Jackson's last 'incident' involving a kid on his ranch Billy Dean by Roemello
(Parody of "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson)
He was just a little pre-teen from the local scene
Not that I mind, But does he know that I am the one
Who will strip his underwear to the ground
He said I am too young... to be wanked by the freak of the town
He told me his name was Billy Dean, I began to cream
Then Bubbles turned towards me sad wishing that he was the one
To be blown by the freak of the town
People always tease me, It hurts because it's true
My face falls apart, evertime I fart (heeeeeee)
And Bubbles always told me, nothing's wrong with monkey love
I just can't deny the truth, I love feelin up the youth (hey, hey)
Billy Dean is not my lover
He's just a boy who claims that I touched his bum
I wish I had, but I got none
I dreamed I was the one, I'd have really had some fun
I remember us up all night
The mood was set just right
He dropped his cookie, where did it land
Just where I planned
On his crotch where I sniffed all around
I yearned to take a bite, But he'd probably whoop me in a fight
(In a fight... whooo!)
I tucked him in bed with much regret
As I left the scene
Then I heard screams that of monkey cries
Bubbles did ride
On his bum, in the bed, what a hound
People always tell me, monkey see monkey do
Didn't realize, he'd take it so far (heeeee)
He jumped and looked right at me
Threw the undies cross the room
They were Fruit of the Loom
Knew this would spell my doom (hey, hey)
Billy Dean is not my lover
He's just a boy who claims that I touched his bum
But the monkey did this one
Billy Dean is not my lover
He's just a boy who thinks that I am the one
But I was framed by my chum
He says I am the one, But I didn't touch his bum
He says I am the one, But I didn't spank this one
Billy Dean is not my lover
Billy Dean is not my lover
Billy Dean is not my lover...
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