Intro:
Hey, guys, too many di*ks!
(What?)
Too Many di*ks!
(What's that man?)
(How many?)
Too many!
You guys are dorking up my vibe
With all the di*ks!
We need to spread the di*ks
Out a little bit!
Create some lady space
C'mon, move apart guys!
Spread 'em out!
This isn't the Riverdance anymore
Over there! Now!
There's too many di*ks on the dance floor!
Too many di*ks on the dance floor
Too many di*ks on the dance floor
(Too many di*ks)
Too many di*ks on the dance floor
(Too many di*ks)
Too Many di*ks on the dance floor
(Too many di*ks)
Verse 1:
Goin' to the party
Sippin' on Bacardi
Wanting to meet a hottie
But there's Adam, Steve and Marty
There's Billy, Todd and Tommy
They're on leave from the Army
The only boobs I'll see tonight
Will be made of Origami
Verse 2:
Tell the players
Make it understood
It ain't no good
If there's too much wood
Make sure you know
Before you go
The dance floor Bro-Ho ratio
5 to 1 is a brodeo
Tell Steve and Mark
It's time to go
Wait outside all night to find
20 dudes in a Conga line
Too many di*ks on the dance floor
(Easy to fix)
Too many di*ks on the dance floor
(Spread out the di*ks)
Verse 3:
Too many dudes
With too many di*ks
Too close to my sh*t
Too hard to meet chicks
I need better odds
More broads, less rods
I came to do battle
Skeedattle with the cattle prods
Verse 4:
Too many men
Too many boys
Too many Misters
Not enough sisters
Too much time
On too many hands
Not enough ladies
Too many mans
Outro:
Too many di*ks
Too many dongs
Too many schlongs
Now sing this song