It’s knowin’ that your fly is always open
And your Boys are free to walk.
I remember turning thirteen, growing pimples
And in two octaves I would talk.
And it’s growin’ for no reason
By the time it hits spring season
And I notice this sensation feels real fine.
That keeps me in the back row
Of my second period Math class,
For the first I’ve got genitals on my mind.

It’s the first time I saw Brenda
She flashed a smile, and I began to blush.
As she’s doing long division at the chalkboard,
I noticed her nice tush.
I’m wondering what’s the deal
What’s the cause that set in motion
This on-the-hour stiffy and then I find
My buddy stole his dad’s Playboy
Hidden underneath his mattress,
And for hours I’ve got genitals on my mind.

SOLO

So puberty hit me real hard, grew me hair
So now I think I’ll learn to dance.
I’ll take my girl to the year-end prom
then ask my dad for a big allowance advance.

I’ll pour her punch,
And all that lovely crap a guy’s to do,
Then I’ll walk her home and find that love is blind.
I’ll wait until she’s 18,
With permission from her parents
Until then I’ll have genitals on my mind.