There he stood, just lookin good
a six foot four giant of a man
with beard an biker attire, who's to call him a liar
an his name was big Dan

"Pussy whipped? who? me!" he qipped
he growled "that'll be the day"
"I'm my own man, I do what I can
When I want I have my say"

He spoke so loud, and stood so proud
and on his face a scowl
so you would believe, he could never deceive
but something was a fowl


"Who calls me pussy whipped," asked big Dan as his whisky he sipped
the motley crew in the bar slowly looked around
Old grizzled 69 who hisself stood large as a grown pine
Said "none here would, right boys?" chuckles where the only sound

Dan slapped the bar with a fist, now he was pissed
three pitchers of beer and a patron on a stool fell
"no one tells me what to do, so F' you"
"An the whole rag assed bunch of you can go to hell."

The smell of perfume, entered the room
and with it came ecstasy with hair of gold
as she made the scene, in leather and blue jean
an eyes of ice blue cold

"So honey?" she says to dan "what's so funny
"never mind it's time to come home."
But, but, stuttered Dan, tryin to be the man.
she smiled "or would you rather that I roam?"

Her hands slid to her thighs, only for Dans eyes
she smiled to the boys.
She twirled her hair, then gave a stare
that was both dangerous and coy.

With a lustful wink, he downed his drink,
and than he smiled
he took her hand, an whispered "darlin I understand."
As she led him away like a child.

We roared with hearty laughter, until a thought came after,
as our drinks we sipped,
Tonight Dan might be the lucky one, When all was said and done
we silently yearned to be that , "pussy whipped".