King Missile – Detachable Penis Lyrics

“Detachable Penis” is a song by the alternative rock band King Missile. The song features spoken-word verses and a catchy chorus that tells the story of a man who wakes up one morning to find that his penis has been stolen.

He then embarks on a search for his missing member, encountering various characters along the way who offer to sell him replacement penises of various types. The song is known for its humorous lyrics and quirky instrumentation, and it became a cult hit in the 1990s.

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King Missile

King Missile is an American avant-garde art rock band that was formed in New York City in 1986. The group was led by vocalist and lyricist John S. Hall, who often recited his surreal, absurdist, and often humorous poetry over the band’s quirky and eclectic musical accompaniment.

The early incarnation of King Missile, known as King Missile (Dog Fly Religion), released their debut album “Fluting on the Hump” in 1987. The album featured off-kilter songs such as “Take Stuff from Work,” “Jesus Was Way Cool,” and “Gay/Not Gay.” The band went through several lineup changes over the years, but the core trio of Hall, guitarist Dave Rick, and bassist Chris Xefos remained constant.

King Missile experienced some commercial success in the early 1990s with the release of their album “Happy Hour,” which spawned the hit single “Detachable Penis.” The song was a darkly humorous tale of a man who wakes up one morning to find that his penis has gone missing.

Throughout their career, King Missile continued to push boundaries with their unconventional musical style and lyrical content. They released a total of nine studio albums before disbanding in 2018.

King Missile – Detachable Penis Lyrics Video

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It’s detachable.

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it’s gonna get me in trouble,
Or I can rent it out, when I don’t need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,

And the next morning I can’t for the life of me
Remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn’t find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,

They hadn’t seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
‘Cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.

So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
But they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.

I really don’t like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
And I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,

And calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
So I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark’s Place,

Where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
Next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.

I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
And put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.

People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
But I don’t know.
Even though sometimes it’s a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.