Thursday, January 31, 2008

The Enzyte Song (The Biggest Dicks Of All)

Well, it looks like "Smilin' Bob" won't be smiling much for a while.  The (Cincinnati) Enquirer reports that Berkeley Premium Nutraceuticals, the makers of Enzyte, are in court, accused of defrauding customers... to the tune of $100 million. That's an awful lot of male enhancement.
James Teegarden Jr., the former vice president of operations at Berkeley Premium Nutraceuticals, explained Tuesday in U.S. District Court how he and others at the company made up much of the content that appeared in Enzyte ads.

He said employees of the Forest Park company created fictitious doctors to endorse the pills, fabricated a customer satisfaction survey and made up numbers to back up claims about Enzyte’s effectiveness.

“So all this is a fiction?” Judge S. Arthur Spiegel asked about some of the claims.
“That’s correct, your honor,” Teegarden said.

In their honor, I give you The Enzyte Song, or The Biggest Dicks Of All.

I once was meek and unassuming;
Walked around with storm clouds looming,
Awkward, sad; an isolated loner
I thought that I would be more happy,
Tell jokes better, dress more snappy,
Only if I had a bigger boner.

The TV said that I'd be smiling,
Witty, charming, smooth, beguiling--
Men in lab coats gave their solemn promise.
Studies showed I'd make more money,
Skies above would be more sunny,
If I had a Major League John Thomas.

Bob, Bob, Bob! Quit polishing your knob!
You always knew that Enzyte didn't work.
Hey, hey, hey! We're gonna make you pay!
That's what you get for being such a jerk!


I sent away to get a sample
Knowing I'd soon be more ample;
Nervous, 'cos of how much was at stake.
I knew that there was nothing less
Than all my future happiness
Dependent on a giant trouser-snake.

I took the capsules as directed,
Waited till the change affected;
Gradually, I realized, in shock--
Nothing changed; I still was geeky,
Shirt still wrinkled, shoes still squeaky,
Most of all, no difference in my cock!

Bob, Bob, Bob! Quit polishing your knob!
You always knew that Enzyte didn't work.
Hey, hey, hey! We're gonna make you pay!
That's what you get for being such a jerk!


Now I hear they're all on trial;
Records show, despite denial,
Lab results and surveys worse than iffy.
If customers weren't satisfied
The company just simply lied,
And wrote "I'm so delighted with my stiffy!"

So, yeah, right now they must be bumming,
But surely they all saw it coming:
"The bigger they are, the harder they will fall."
And in a twist a bit ironic,
No thanks to their useless tonic,
They've shown themselves the biggest dicks of all!

Bob, Bob, Bob! Quit polishing your knob!
You always knew that Enzyte didn't work.
Hey, hey, hey! We're gonna make you pay!
That's what you get for being such a jerk!







Tip o' the cuttle to Jake Young at Pure Pedantry.

1 comment:

Eamon Knight said...

Thank you, I hadn't heard. No more of those annoyingly moronic commercials, yay! I thought the claims sounded a bit over the top.