Stephen Lynch - Sweaty Dollar Bills lyrics
[Stephen Lynch - Sweaty Dollar Bills lyrics]
It's time to hang up my G-String
It's time to throw those chaps away
My skin is sagging, my tan is fading
My balls are old and grey
Exotic dancing was my calling
Bionic hips, thunder dick
But father time he bought a private dance
And it was over quick
Good bye bachelorette shows
Good bye soccer moms dirty thrills
Good bye monthly gay nights
And good bye crank and pills
Bought with sweaty dollar bills
The younger dancers started teasing
They called me gramps and leather sack
I hit the stage with righteous fury
And threw out my back
Good bye suggestive thrusting
Good bye thong song giving me chills
Good bye classy bow tie
And matching vest with frills
Bought with sweaty dollar bills
Now I must lose my pretensions
Bronzer and blond hair extensions
I’ll miss the people and places
Grinding my junk in their faces
And every Sunday night
Hanging out with the guys
And watching Magic Mike
So I toss my leather armband and
Feather earring to the floor
A single tear streaks my cheek as
I walk out the door
Hello reinvention hello learning new skills
Hello younger dancers
I’ll sell you crank and pills
For your sweaty dollar bills
It's time to throw those chaps away
My skin is sagging, my tan is fading
My balls are old and grey
Exotic dancing was my calling
Bionic hips, thunder dick
But father time he bought a private dance
And it was over quick
Good bye bachelorette shows
Good bye soccer moms dirty thrills
Good bye monthly gay nights
And good bye crank and pills
Bought with sweaty dollar bills
The younger dancers started teasing
They called me gramps and leather sack
I hit the stage with righteous fury
And threw out my back
Good bye suggestive thrusting
Good bye thong song giving me chills
Good bye classy bow tie
And matching vest with frills
Bought with sweaty dollar bills
Now I must lose my pretensions
Bronzer and blond hair extensions
I’ll miss the people and places
Grinding my junk in their faces
And every Sunday night
Hanging out with the guys
And watching Magic Mike
So I toss my leather armband and
Feather earring to the floor
A single tear streaks my cheek as
I walk out the door
Hello reinvention hello learning new skills
Hello younger dancers
I’ll sell you crank and pills
For your sweaty dollar bills