Hey * * * * Anita Bryant, who the hell is she
Tellin' all them fagets, that they can't be free
Throw that b * * * * in prison, maybe then she'll see
Just how much them God * * * * homosexuals mean to me
N.C
Wash your clothes, clean your cell, help you drain your hose
Give you smokes, laugh at jokes, sew up all your clothes
Rub your feet, beat your meat, heaven only knows
What I'd do without those homosexuals
N.C
Read and write, f * *k all night, clean your fingernails
Help you dress, play your chess, lay you down some rails
Be your wife, take your life, in a jealous rage
Who says we don't need them homosexuals
N.C
Some are big, some are small, some are in between
Some are yellow bellied queers, and some of them are mean
Some are killers, some are theives, and some are singers too
In fact, Anita Bryant, some act just like you
N.C
* * * * Anita Bryant, who the hell is she
Tellin' all the them fagets, that they can't be free
Throw that * * * * * in prison, maybe then she'll see
Just how much them God * * * * homosexuals mean to me