I"M.....
gonna hook up like a Witchita Lineman
gonna get to work like Ivan Reitman
gonna get Nasty, I call her Miss Janet
gonna get your phone number and scan it
gonna get more ass than a donkey procto
gonna get laid 'cause I'm mucho macho
gonna get busy like an overtime beaver
gonna get down like the fulcrum of a cantilever
gonna get your number and write a song about it
gonna get a blow so doe no doubt it
gonna get to first base, second, and third
gonna get secluded by asking "Can I have a word?"
gonna get kissed like a blarney stone
gonna get licked like a Church's chicken bone
gonna get pleasured by a stranger in a basement
gonna make your experiences less latent
gonna do it... and by it I mean, you know
gonna get with you and suggest a j.o.
gonna meet a friend for a friendly encounter
gonna make a mess on a copy of the book, Sounder
gonna get action like Stallone or Van Damme
gonna wrestle around like Edge at Summer Slam
gonna get aroused by a person that is nice
gonna get married and not throw rice
gonna do all the things that you wrote in your diary
gonna plan a trip to an abandoned refinery
gonna sit and sweat near someone I like
gonna get some air, 'cause it's getting kind of ripe
gonna wait in line 'cause I want to see a show
gonna get tired... and decide to go
gonna catch a bus and remember my print-out
gonna get my bag and use scotch tape to get the lint out
gonna get pizza from that place that is good
gonna get good like a good boy should
gonna laugh a lot and also roll my eyes
gonna get chaffed in between my thighs
gonna bring two shirts in case it gets hot
gonna get water, no I mean a lot
gonna introduce to some brand new folks
gonna make eye contact and speak the truth
gonna take off Monday, I actually have a comp day
gonna post a blog that requests people to hump me