waaay too much coffee

You know you've had too much coffee and not enough sleep when you make up songs about genitals. I often sing to Boy Terror while changing his diaper. I made up this song, to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" this morning.
Bye bye penis.
Bye bye balls.
Bye bye private parts,
I think I'll miss you all.

There goes my penis,
there goes my balls.
There goes my penis,
there goes my balls.

Boring, yes. Gramatically a disaster, yes. Original? You bet.