Hanging out in the big hall, waiting for the call,
`Chillin with the guys having us a ball,
When the green light flashes we'll be on our way,
Who'll be the first, well who can say?
The smart moneys on Rocky,
He's trained really hard, with the will to succeed
But mentally scarred,
He's always the first and the best around here,
At the top of his game, never showing no fear
I secretly admire his rugged physique and his long silver tail,
He looks lithe and sleek,
But theres so many of us, millions untold,
With little or no chance of growing old,
There's suddenly panic as the Green light flashed
With sirens screaming, off we all dashed,
There's no sign of Rocky, he's away down the hall,
Into the long corridor away from us all,
When we all hit the corridor endless and thin,
Rocky`s running towards us, what's wrong with him?
He suddenly shouts at us "You stupid Sperm mob,
It's a false alarm,it`s a bloody Blow Job!!"