Ten Gallon Alan Lyrics

Alan was a man

A legend in his pants

All the ladies knew he could do a naked dance

Giant were his balls

Filled them to the brim

When he would explode they would have to take a swim

Ten Gallon Alan was his name

You better hope you're not directly in his aim

He's a wizard conjuring a jizzard

Ten Gallon Alan

Alan was his name

Alan was a dude

Swinging with his meat

Scraping on the floor

It was flopping on his feet

Giant was his tool

He would go to work

Line em up and see who gives his firepole a jerk

Ten Gallon Alan was his name

You better hope you're not directly in his aim

He's a wizard conjuring a jizzard

Ten Gallon Alan

Alan was his name

f you're gonna grab it

Better use two hands

Looks like a tripod every time he stands

Alan went to town

Dropped it like it's hot

Saturate your face while he tangoes in your twat

Giant was his girth

Wider than your lips

Prepare to greet his meat

Grab him tightly by the hips

Ten Gallon Alan was his name

You better hope you're not directly in his aim

He's a wizard conjuring a jizzard

Ten Gallon Alan

Alan was his name

Alan was his name