Grow It Back Again

Here’s your new baby and he’s perfect as can be.
Let’s hope his life is not too rough.
Why give his genitals cosmetic surgery?
He seems quite well-endowed, but what guy has enough?

I wish my parents had defied conformity,
Preserved my pleasure part so I could feel it glide.
That amputation won’t prevent an S T D.
And infants aren’t at risk, why steal my right to decide?

I don’t want much, just want my foreskin back again.
No, it’s not T M I, I shared it ‘cuz we’re friends.
My parents chose this road, but I’ll choose where it ends.
Don’t I deserve it all? Gonna grow it back again.
Grow it back again. Yeah.

I’m gonna fix me.
It’s gonna take some time, but I can grow an inch a year.
That’s not so fast, but the new skin will last.

So go ahead and laugh at the Tugger I strap on every night,
To undo superstition that tried to supersede my rights.
Whoop it up, your sit-com victim won’t remember a thing,
Except that you denied him all the joy that love should bring.

Two million more mutilations every year;
You, and you, and you, and you have got to know it’s wrong.
Just let it die and let the last victim try to grow it back again.
Grow it back again. Yeah.

You talked Bill Gates out of a few hard-earned simoleons
To do a so-called “study” where you cut some Africans.
But it’s still clear that condoms are the best form of prevention.
Now that you’ve failed, who will heal those angry men?

I’m gonna tug and grow my foreskin back again.
No, it’s not T M I, I shared it ‘cuz we’re friends.
My parents chose this road, but I’ll choose where it ends.
Don’t I deserve it all? Gonna grow it back again.
Grow it back again.

Grow it back again. Yeah.
Grow it back again.