Well F * *k Anita Briant, who the hell is she
Tellin? all them f * * * *ts, that they can't be free
Throw that b * * *h in prison, maybe then she?ll see
Just how much homosexuals mean to me.
Because they wash your clothes, clean your cell
Help you drain your hose, give you smokes
Laugh at all your jokes, sew up all your clothes
Rub your feet, beat your meat
Heaven only knows, what I?d do without those homosexuals.
They all read and write, f * *k all night
Clean your fingernails
Help you dress, play your chest
Lay you down some rails
Be your wife, take your life in a jealous rage
Who says we don't need them homosexuals.
I tell you, some are big, some are small
Some are in between
Some are yellow belly queers, and some of them are mean
Some are killers, and some are thieves
And some are singers too
In fact Anita Briant, some act just like you.
So F * *k Anita Briant, who the hell is she
Tellin? all them f * * * *ts, that they can't be free
Throw that b * * *h in prison, maybe then she?ll see
Just how much homosexuals mean to me.