I Wanna Meet the Man

I've been thinking all night about this song The music's ok, but I can't find words to sing I could sing that I'm a virgin and show my tits And prea how sex improves the world And which masturbation is a thing of the day I'm affraid I haven´t got that much to say I thought about "hello fool, I love you" Or repeat a hundred times "how do you do?" I want to dance with somebody, hey I like that sound But there ain't nobody humpin' around I want to meet the man who wrote these lyrics He must be great, I want to meet the man who wrote these songs I want to meet the man, I want to meet the man And while I sing these words to you There is a rat in my kitchen, Don't know what I'll do Forget about the rat and sing along 'Cause we feel so strong And we can't hold on We walk hand in hand To the promised land I think I met the men who wrote these lyrics I guess I have ignored the things he says I think that I have noticed how expensive perfume never covers up a smelly breath I want to meet the man, I want to meet the man Want to meet the man, I want to meet the man I want to meet the man, I want to meet the man I want to meet the man Want to meet the man, I want to meet the man