Story Behind The Song

Well i like writing freaky songs but without the bad language I was up one nite thinking about how i was gonna work it and a concept was born so i wrote some lyrics to the idea

Song Description

About an out of shape inactive couch potatoe who finds a fun way to work out

Lyrics

WORK IT

Gettin kinda stiff from laying on the couch
Dr. said you gonna have to go work it out on out
Workin that thumb on the remote just aint gettin it
I'm gonna have to start you on a strict excercise regimene
On the way home I started thinkin bout some local gym's
Who am i kiddin they caharge too much i aint gonna be payin dem
Then it dawned on me as i was drivin home
I seen an ass that was bigger than the superdome
All the heads turnin she causing such a big commotion
All i can think about is the ripples i can cause in that ocean
While i'm gettin me a full range of motion
I pulls up beside her drivin real slow just like marero
I gotta let her know i want some and dats for damn sho

Lats, pecks, abs, biceps, and hamstrings
I gotta work em all out on that thang

I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out
I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out

Damn girl i know you a dime piece
But can you just quit wastin the time please
I see you lookin over your shoulder peekin at me
Just bring yo ass on over here and start speakin to me
She come to a full stop I believe she like what she see
Yeah you know you wanna get wit me
She must like the size of my rims cuz i done caught her smilin
Now she makin her way over to the passenger side window
Bend over as if we on some inuendo
Damn i can see right down her blouse
All i can think about is milkin dem cows
Dem melons is enough to make a felon outta any man
Just so he can have a chance
She lookin at me and say in a seductive tone
Is you followin me?
I'll follow you to the ends of the earth
Or all the way home just so i can get the number to your phone
She say give me a ride home and you can get the number to my phone

Lats, pecks, abs, biceps, and hamstrings
I gotta work em all out on that thang

I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out
I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out

Now i'm litteraly havin a hard time drivin in a strait line
I keep swirvin in the road cuz i'm carryin a big load
I gotta do dance in my seat
Cuz that load is startin to stick outta my briefs
Now she aint makin things any easier on me
Lickin her lips openin her legs
Damn I can feel da swellin in my head
Finnaly we pull up in her drive
She step outside and say
You either come in or say yo goodbye
Now i'm scramblin like a mexican runnin from da border patrol
I gotta hurry up and get behind dem closed doors

Lats, pecks, abs, biceps, and hamstrings
I gotta work em all out on that thang

I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out
I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out

She makin her way to da bed
All i see are clothes being tossed over my head
Now i'm sittin here smokin my cigar
Let me tell you what went down after i took off her bra
I started off thursting up and down in missionary
I had work my lower back but just barely
Then i decided i need to work dem hip muscles
I started workin round and round in full circles
Then she got ontop puttin preasure down on me
I raised up but ever so slowly
Crunchin dem abs so i can get me a six pack
While she was jumpin up and down on my lap
Now the dog inside of me is startin to come out
I tells her get on all four's space em out and yeah you can shout
So i start hittin it from behind
I think i'll do nine sets of nine reps before i let her get some rest

Lats, pecks, abs, biceps, and hamstrings
I gotta work em all out on that thang

I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out
I gotta work it
I gotta work it work it
I gotta work it
I gotta work it on out