Lyrics Todd Rundgren

Todd Rundgren

Pissin

I didn't notice you there

Til I felt your breath on my neck hair

Now you put me through my paces

You don't know what personal space is

And not a soul in the room

Seems to have your need to share

Did you ever stop to wonder

Does anybody care?

Maybe the ladies are impressed

But I don't think so, let's be honest

Why don't you give that thing a rest

You're just a one-man pissin contest

This used to be a nice place

And now your dick is in the mayonnaise

How does one vent one's sense of sickness

At skull and skin of such vast thickness?

Of everybody at the party

Your target had to be me

I really hate to disappoint you

But I ain't got the need

'Cause it's the thing you do the best

The kind of fight of which you're fondest

You wanna brag, well be my guest

You won a solo pissin contest

I think by now we know better

You can't get blood from a bore

We gonna find that stupid sucker

Who let you through the door

None of the ladies were impressed

Our recollection may be jaundiced

We all recall with special zest

We saw a solo pissin contest