I'm a singer in a band, and my legs are spread
I take this thing in my hand, and I wave it round my head
I don't play the guitar, I don't play the bass
I just take this microphone and stick it in my face
Cause baby, I'm on the case

The angle of the dangle
Is equal to the heat of the meat

We got a lead guitar, he likes to wave it around
It goes in and out, it goes up and down
We got a whammy, mammy, it'll blow you away
We know how to plug it in, we know how to play
There's only one thing to say

The angle of the dangle
Is equal to the heat of the meat

I got a hickey on my dickie, I got a tiger in my tank
I got a rocket in my pocket, I got money in the bank
You got me so excited, I'm busting at the seams
Lookin' at you baby, you're the woman of my dreams
I think I just split my jeans!

The angle of the dangle
Is equal to the heat of the meat