Pork Fingers

Let me tell you about something that I know you won't be missing
Some people might think it's a serious condition
Maybe it's the kind of thing to be seen by a doctor
But baby you can clearly see what these hands are for

It might be pathetic
Or it might be aesthetic
But I will always aim to please you at night

If you ask me to dance
And we both take a chance
Please don't be disappointed by what's in my pants
If you're not into dingers
Take a look at my pork fingers
And baby let me be yours for the night

I don't have a six pack
And I just might throw out my back
When I'm trying to pick to Dave's bass drum
If you'll settle for a step down
Or you're looking for a rebound
Then I just might be your perfect score

It might be pathetic
Or it might be aesthetic
But I will always aim to please you at night

If you ask me to dance
And we both take a chance
Please don't be disappointed by what's in my pants
If you're not into dingers
Take a look at my pork fingers
And baby let me be yours for the night

One more time!

If you ask me to dance
And we both take a chance
Please don't be disappointed by what's in my pants
If you're not into dingers
Take a look at my pork fingers
And baby let me be yours for the night



Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Phillips
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