That grin clues Bob's stuck with an erection,
He's hot all in his glands today.
So fin'lly how I figured this connection,
His skin is stretched too far today.
His snake he dipped into a lot of lotions,
To stop the flop at peak time of play.
He even tried a couple dozen potions,
Began to think he might be gay, ha, ha.
Enzyte, just might, Enzyte, just might.

He laid back and observered his situation,
Some tang of poon be nice tonight.
Must say his libido's in operation,
But nothin' sails his swell just right.
It's such a shame you can't score with your old miss,
You're flaccid evermore you think.
She tries to tune your freddy with a wet kiss,
To make what died rise again, ha, ha.
Enzyte, just might, Enzyte, just might.

---- musical interlude ----

He saw his fun come up on Sunday mornin'.
I hope she's in the mood he prayed.
You got to know that Bob is really hornin',
He's so in tune and itchin' to play.
His snake no longer dips into that lotion,
Or stop and plop at peak time of play,
Ain't nothin' he could try to toast his notion,
So soon'll send him on his way.
Enzyte, done right, Enzyte, done right.