Night after night, a bone with no thrill
The man with the raging one is not quite getting his spill
For he's on a medication
And the women all think it's cool
But he never gets a geyser

For the tool on the pill
Sees his rise going down
And the blood in his head
Won't respond to the pound

Wellbutrin ways puts things in a shroud
The man hears no angry voices, but he's not really proud
For his body never spears him
Or comes down when he tries to shake
And he never needs a Kleenex

For the tool on the pill
Sees his rise going down
And the blood in his head
Won't respond to the pound

And now people seem to like him
He can't do what he wants to do
And he never hits the ceilings

For the tool on the pill
Sees his rise going down
And the blood in his head
Won't respond to the pound