The D-Neck Song (Original)

It's about time somebody sang this song.
Baby
it's not a v-neck.
It's a d-neck.
Can you feel it?
It's not a V; it's a D-neck.
My collar goes so low you can see my chest.
My jeans are tight.
I never let them sag.
My neck's a V
but the D is for D-bag.
D-neck is a word you can't find on Google.
The hair from collar is as soft as poodle.
My collar dips low.
You would have to see
I just tug it a little lower
when I need to pee!
Baby
It's not a v-neck.
It's a d-neck.
Can you feel it?
Yeah! I love brie!
Let's get coffee; I'll be rolling in my Jetta.
But, if it's not raining, I be riding in my Vespa.
I never leave the house without my suntan oil.
I need to put it on; so, my chest won't get boils.
In the club, the ladies flock in bunches.
But, I say HOLD UP!
I gotta do some crunches.
I pop bottles and fist pump with no fear.
I even use my d-neck to open up my beer.
Baby
it's not a v-neck.
It's a d-neck.
Can you feel it?
It's not a V; it's D-neck, girl.
I feel compelled to tell the world.
Chu nee housey mu koo sum see tu tah.
Turnish leafbet faddle tum nay moo caaah.
When you see me in a hoodie, there's no need to check
because what's underneath is most surely a d-neck.
I got purple
yellow
green
and even sage
I got so many d-necks every hour
I
got
ta
chaaaange.
Okay, all my D-boys
clap your hands.
Hood that hoodie,
and click-ity clang those pans.
Say D D
D D!
Now Neck Neck
Neck Neck
Say C C
C C!
My Chest Chest
Chest Chest!