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!)