The detachable p***s song!
"I woke up this morning with a bad hangover... and my p***s was missing again... this happens a lot. All the time, it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I leave it at home when I think it's going to get me in trouble. Or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning, I can't, for the life of me, remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment but I couldn't find it... so I called up the place where the party was; they hadn't seen it, either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet, 'cause, for some reason, I leave it there sometimes. But not this time. So I told them if it pops up, to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my p***s for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man. And I really hate having to sit down every time I wanna take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed. So I went to the [somewhere] and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down 2nd Avenue towards St. Mark's place, all these people sell used books and other junk on the street. I saw my p***s lying on blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it! I had to buy it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but... I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the a**... I like having a detachable p***s."