Published on Mar 28, 2012
Lyrics & Music by Courtney McLean
I was clueless when I walked into this bar
And you knew this so you bought me a sidecar
I said "Let's do this," and we were off in your Jaguar
Wasting no time, I gave my famous road-head from my foreplay repertoire
Darling, you're the object of my affection,
You set me snarling at the sight of your erection
This bar fling has me flung into flexion
The Shape Of Things in your pants is The Size Of Watermelons.
This American summer's got me wet and hot;
I just cooled off with sixteen body shots.
I know who you are, you fuckin' funny stud
Your wife can watch if she wants to, let's do it, Mr. Paul Rudd.
Let me show you The Areas of my Expertise
I'll set you aglow oooooh gimme a piece
The Oh in my Ohio's about to increase
I Could never be your woman with all of this slick man-grease
Do you wanna know how I know you're gay?
Lemme show you by fuckin' you in a straight way
Forget Sarah Marshall, she's a skanky slut
I want to be your anchor, man, I LOVE YOU MAN! Paul Rudd...
On a scale of one to nine, you're The Ten.
When tonight is over, I wanna be more than Friends
I can show you pleasure, I can show you pain
But only if you show me Nude Tayne
The sun is rising, the liquor's wearing off
Just let me find my bra and re-do my coiffe
Well, tonight goes in the books not as a dud...
I wanna thank you for a very nice tiii---
You're not Paul Rudd.