Thought about selling my testosterone...
Girls have beautiful female hormones.
Asked my doctor what I should do,
He said "Sperm is sold for a dollar or two."
Spread my seed and grow a tree;
Successful fertilization will be achieved.
Leaves of me falling off the tree;
Supplies replenished by me.

So I went to a bank to donate some sperm...
I thought about myself as a mechanical bull:
Genetic selling machine for a union's white dream.
The lady at the counter told me I could be sixteen...

So I went into a room, looked at the tube;
There was a pink line drawn where you fill it to.
I dropped my pants and started to dance.
Mechanics were oiled; the gene pool slipped.

Laid on the bed; laughing out loud.
I sold out myself in a gene pool style.
Laughing at my silliness...

Lyrics submitted by RaygunShaun

Gene Pool Style song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top