I'm Gonna Be Your Man (gonna Be Your Man)

You're My Biggest Fan, I Gotta Give A Little Something Back

I'm Gonna Be Your Man (gonna Be Your Man)

See, You Don't Even Gotta Ask



I Know, You Don't Want Me To Die

But You Need That Lung Pretty Bad, And I'm The Guy

In The 10-county Area

Ain't Had Malaria Yet

Plus The Blood Type (red).

It Gets Scarier: Fed

On The Corn & You Born A Vegan.

Fate Has Indicated That I'm The Man You're Seeking.

Now You're Freaking Out, And That's Okay,

Having That Much Of Another Man Inside You

Isn't Going To Make You Gay.

And Play Along For A Second, You Could Get What I Got:

The Inexplicaple Ability To Front. A Lot!

An Inexhaustible Nerdcore Flow,

The Charisma To Draw Eight People To A Live Show,

Myopic Vision, And An Oversized Head.

A Girl At A Convention Told Me Once That I Was Good In Bed,

Plus I Often Meet A Crowd And Am Greeted Without Booing.

Think Of All The Respiration You'll Be Doing!

Stop Spazzing! It's Just A Lung.

Quit Pointing Out How I Already Donated You One.

Frontalot Is Sick Of Breathing, It's Fucking Boring.

All The Time I've Got The Athsma, And The Snoring.

And I Ought To Level With You,

The Feds Have Got A Warrant For A Sample Of My Tissue.

They Say I Misused A Certain Substance & They'll Get Me

So I'ma Pass The Lung Along And Get Stepping.

Too Late To Protest, Here Comes The Anaesthesia

And I'm Gonna Be Your Man, To Dole The Lung That You're In Need Of.

I'm Just Gonna. Discussion Over. Drop It.

Hmmm... You Look A Little Drowsy, Here's The Next Topic:

Please Lie Motionless To Indicate You Wouldn't Mind

If The Doctor Also Swapped Your 14 Inches For My Five.