Too Tall Jones

Too Tall Jones
Fuckin' bones
Anything he can
Cause a trick still better than his hand
Bus stop love
And he wear no glove
But he surely gives a fuck
Leaving everything to luck

This is the ballad of Too Tall
Getting down in the big stall
With the hand rails
He balls and bails
Never fails to impress or press flesh
At rest he still slap more ass than Hugh Heff
But lately life got rough
And he's been doing some stuff to pay bills
Expensive lifestyle he's renting out cheap thrills
And business is real good

Too Tall Jones
Fuckin' bones
Anything he can
Cause a trick still better than his hand
Rest stop love
And he wear no glove
But he surely gives a fuck
Leaving everything to luck

Dirty
Filthy
A filthy and a dirty man
Doin' what he can
With the gifts that God sought to bless him
He always gettin' it in, it don't stress him
But something don't feel quite right
He's untested
One girl got clapped and clapped back
Now he's havin' a little bit of difficulty in the sack

Too Tall Jones
Fuckin' bones
Anything he can
Cause a trick still better than his hand
Tree house love
And he wear no glove
But he surely gives a fuck
Leaving everything to luck

I'm sorry man
I wish you came in faster
Your whole shit downstairs
Is a disaster
In medical terms, you done fucked up
Now you're fucked out, that's what this is all about
The last erection that you had
Well that's the last erection that you'll have
Point blank period
You caught yourself
A myriad of STI's
I guess nobody really all that surprised

Too Tall Jones
Fuckin' boned
Anything he could
And now he's unable to get wood
No more love
Shoulda worn that glove
Now he couldn't give a fuck
He's completely out of luck