Your Junk

People walking down the street, looking all fly,
But then they stop and scratch, and you ask yourself why.
In the park, at the mall, it's a universal itch,
But scratching your it in public, oh, man, that's rich!

Some folks just don't get it, they do it all the time,
Adjusting their bits, like it's some pantomime.
Do they think we don't see? Do they think we don't care?
It's not a magic trick, I hope they're wearing underwear!

It's not cool to scratch your crotch in public,
Keep your hands up high, you ain't that slick..
Save it for the bathroom, just let me be blunt,
Don't make me watch you fiddle with your junk!

At the coffee shop line, you're waiting for a brew,
Guy ahead starts digging, now what do you do?
Do you tap him on the shoulder? Do you look away?
Pretend it's not happening, just another day?

Ladies rolling eyes, kids start to giggle,
Even grandma's laughing, doing a little wiggle.
It's a human thing, we all get the urge,
But do it in private, or we’ll start a purge!

It's not cool to scratch your crotch in public,
Keep your hands up high, you ain't that slick..
Save it for the bathroom, just let me be blunt,
Don't make me watch you fiddle with your junk!

Now we've had a laugh, but the message is clear,
Keep those hands up high, and we'll all cheer.
Respect the space, of those around you,
And we’ll all be cool, it's what we gotta do!