Maynard's Dick

It's all an open center
Opens up and lets wind lift him away
It doesn't have to feel water
It's just a place that feels like that
Kinda like the way you're breathin'
Kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on?
Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick

There's a shyness found in reason
Apprehensive influence swallow away
You seem to feel abysmal. Take it
Then you're careful grace for sure (?)
Kinda like the way you're breathin'
Kinda like the way you keep lookin' away
Would you like to climb on?
Climb a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick

Take you out in back of the toolshed
Lay it right on top of your forehead
Take you out in back of the toolshed
Now you know who you're fuckin' with
Maynard's dick