Going Commando

Baby it’s been a long long time, since I’ve seen my clothes hanging on the line.
Ain’t got a thing to wear, my dresser drawers are looking mighty bare.
I guess I can wear these jeans again, and the threadbare shirt sitting on the floor.
But these underclothes offend my nose, more than I care to disclose,
I guess I’m doing a brand new dance today.

I’m going commando. Let my junk roam free.
I’m going commando. Nothing between my denim and me.
I’ve got a little extra wriggle and a whole lotta jiggle,
As I’m dancing down the street.
I can do without the chafing, but I find it rather bracing
Every time I go commando

Please accept my apology, I didn’t mean to flaunt my indecency.
But I think I may have found my calling, as the ambassador of free balling.
The world is now a simpler place, and I can see the truth with stunning clarity.
With my brand new genital expanse, my underpants don’t stand a chance,
I’m gonna share a brand new dance today.

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The washing’s done and folded now, as to my wayward ways I disavow.
I’m an older and a wiser man, they were youthful indiscretions, you understand?
Still I can’t help but remember when, I let my freak flag fly in the wind.
Memories of those days gone by, with my trouser snake and a button fly,
I think it’s time to do the dance again.

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