Beau Nair - Ten Gallon Alan

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

Written by:
Beau Nair

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