My Dead Gay Son

You wait just a minute, Paul!

It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours

That makes this world a place

Our boys could not live in!

They were not dirty!

They were not wrong!

They were two lonely verses

In the Lord's great song!

Our boys were pansies, Bill!

Yes!

My boy's a homosexual

And that don't scare me none

I want the world to know

I love my dead gay son!

I've been thinkin', prayin'

Readin' some magazines

And it's time we opened our eyes

Well, the good Lord made the universe

The Lord created man

And I believe it's all a part

Of his gigantic plan

I know God has a reason

For each mountain and each flower

And why he chose to let our boys

Get busy in the shower

They were not dirty (no-oh!)

They were not fruits (whoa-oh!)

They were just two stray laces (ooh-ooh-ooh)

In the Lord's big boots (ooh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!)

Well, I never cared for homos much

Until I reared me one

But now I've learned to love

I love my dead gay son!

(He loves his son, he loves his son)

(His dead gay son)

Now I

Say my boy's in heaven

And he's tannin' by the pool

The cherubim walk him and him

And Jesus says it's cool

They don't have crime or hatred

There's no bigotry or cursin'

Just friendly fellows dressed up

Like their favorite Village Person (ooh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!)

They were not dirty (no, no!)

They just had flair (whoa-oh!)

They were two bright red ribbons (ooh-ooh-ooh)

In the Lord's long hair (ooh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!)

Well, I used to see a homo

And go reachin' for my gun

But now I've learned to love

And furthermore!

These boys, were brave as hell

These boys, they knew damn well

Those folks would judge 'em

They were desperate to be free

They took a rebel stance

Stripped to their underpants

Paul, I can't believe that you

Still refuse to get a clue

After all that we been through

I'm talking you and me

In the summer of '83

That was one hell of a fishing trip

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

They were not dirty (no!)

And not perverse (no, no!)

They were two stray rhinestones

On the Lord's big purse

Our jobs is now continuing

The work that they begun

('Cause now we love, love, love)

(We love your dead-)

They're up there disco dancing (ooh-ooh-ooh)

To the thump of angel wings (ooh-ooh, yeah!)

They grab a mate and roller skate (ooh-ooh-ooh)

While Judy Garland sings (ooh-ooh, yeah!)

They live a playful afterlife (ooh-ooh-ooh)

That's fancy-free and reckless (ooh-ooh-ooh!)

They swing upon the pearly gates

And wear a pearly necklace

Woo!

They were not dirty (no!)

They were good men (whoa-oh!)

And now they're happy bear cubs

In the Lord's big den

Go forth and love each other now

Like our boys would have done

We'll teach the world to love

The world to love

I love my dead gay son

My son!

My son!

Your dead gay son! (hey-hey-hey, whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)