Male Stripper

MALE STRIPPER

Slow hand clapping, we want action,
We've paid for the main attraction.
He strolls on stage, suave, uncaring,
The liquor makes us twice as daring.
We scream for him to 'Get 'em off,'
Sure as hell looks quite a toff.

Music thumping, he starts prancing,
Couldn't really call it dancing.
His clothes are dropping to the floor,
We stamp, we yell, we shout for more.
Gyrating hips so tantalising,
Now we're truly fantasising.

Eyes are goggling,
Lord! We're boggling,
Muscles rippling,
We're still tippling,
Buttocks gleaming,
Is that me screaming?
Give us more,
Now what's the score?
The thong's the thing,
Just hear it ping,
He's turning round,
Don't make a sound,
God! What a whopper,
A real crowd stopper.

The party's over and we're returning,
To our homes but ever yearning,
To let our hair down, stamp and shout,
That's what it's really all about.