Woody Harding - Teeny Weeny Thin Zucchini (feat. Some Italians from New Orleans) Lyrics

I've never been to Paris, France
Or had the taste of sweet romance
I've never kissed a dame
I've always been the lonely one
With my thoughts and had no fun
And that's a crying shame
But I know why I've no hope
It's 'cause I've no large squash to grope
But that's alright with me
Because I know that my tiny marrow is still part of the fruit family
I have a teeny-weeny thin zucchini, which I'm holding in my hands
It's always growing, never showing, but still cooks right in your pan
I have a teeny-weeny thin zucchini straight from Italy
And it's packed with seeds that will fill you up and that's a guarantee
It's smaller than a mint tic-tac
But that's the only one drawback
It's not as long as some other squash
But it's sweeter than a McIntosh
I have a teeny-weeny thin zucchini, which explodes right in your mouth
It's always growing, but never showing; grown in Sicily way down South
I have a teeny-weeny thin zucchini straight from Italy
And it's packed with seeds that will fill you up and that's a guarantee
Fry it up to eat with your homemade sauce
Throw it right in there with your salad tossed
Put the whole damn thing right in your mouth
And maybe a brand new squash will sprout
I have a teeny-weeny thin zucchini not even one inch long
It's always growing, but never showing; has a flavor that's sweet and strong
My teeny-weeny thin zucchini is small, but still quite firm
And by teeny weeny thin zucchini, I mean my penis filled with sperm