Jingle boob, Jingle boob, Jingle Jingle boob
Here's a song outrageous, its a prime-time media scoop
A phrase so repeated, feels like neck in a loop
Here's to the guy who stands out, the one with the man boob.
He cannot wear tight Tees nor sport a vest
"Suckle my baby," says the bully, "cause you have Pamela's breast"
Everyday he cried and wailed, 'cause he failed the manhood test.
Remarks the neighbor to mother: Is he your son, the one, with the man boob?
As he came, cleavage visible, friends ran afar
Even the doctor groped with a wink, said, "Where's your bra?"
No longer does he smile or say his prayer
Overheard was his father saying: He has man boobs, and is no Tom Sawyer.
So he took a knife to rid off those bags of shame
His last thought was lame, that of his dame
Passing by a coffin and fresh flowers, "Who lies there in-vain?"
And to the Bard was answered, "Here lies the boy, the boy with the man boob."
Here's a song outrageous, its a prime-time media scoop
A phrase so repeated, feels like neck in a loop
Here's to the guy who stands out, the one with the man boob.
He cannot wear tight Tees nor sport a vest
"Suckle my baby," says the bully, "cause you have Pamela's breast"
Everyday he cried and wailed, 'cause he failed the manhood test.
Remarks the neighbor to mother: Is he your son, the one, with the man boob?
As he came, cleavage visible, friends ran afar
Even the doctor groped with a wink, said, "Where's your bra?"
No longer does he smile or say his prayer
Overheard was his father saying: He has man boobs, and is no Tom Sawyer.
So he took a knife to rid off those bags of shame
His last thought was lame, that of his dame
Passing by a coffin and fresh flowers, "Who lies there in-vain?"
And to the Bard was answered, "Here lies the boy, the boy with the man boob."
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