To the tune of "On Top of Old Smoky"
I have a rash on my nutsack
It itches like hell,
Too embarrassed to report it
Maybe I will get well.
It's spread to my ass cheeks
I'm red as a beet,
And I can't stop scratching
I look like raw meat.
My pals at LPSG
Said go and tell a doc,
But I didn't listen
At my wake they rock.
I have a rash on my nutsack
It itches like hell,
Too embarrassed to report it
Maybe I will get well.
It's spread to my ass cheeks
I'm red as a beet,
And I can't stop scratching
I look like raw meat.
My pals at LPSG
Said go and tell a doc,
But I didn't listen
At my wake they rock.