I like it    I don't like it

Thank you for cumming, home-o

I'm sorry that your pants are all worn

I left them there to rot I could have sworn

These are my salad gays, slowly being eaten away

Just another gayboy-playboy for today

Oh but I'm proud of poo, yes I'm proud of poo

Nothing left to make my dick feel small

Viagra’s left me hanging here so tall, a-a-a-a-ll

You are...


Gay (gay)

You’ve ruined the family name

Oh son, you should you be ashamed

You homosexual

Bum’s always bleeding

‘Cause you are

Gay (gay)

So sad that you've turned f**king mad

Now I'll never be a Grandad

You homosexual, bum’s always bleeding


After the thrush has gone, I hope you find a little more time

Remember when we were bum-raiders in crime

It's only two years ago, since the man with the suit and the pace

Spunked right all over your face

Now he's in love with you, he rams your poo

My son is like a dirty toilet wall

Covered in stains and strings of spunk and all, all

You are...


Gay (gay)

You’ve ruined the family name

Oh son, you should you be ashamed

You homosexual

Bum’s always bleeding

‘Cause you are

Gay (gay)

Glad that you're bound to catch aids

There's nothing else left I can say

You homosexual, bum’s always bleeding


Why couldn’t you be normal and smoke dope

Instead of bending down to grab the soap


You are...

Gay (gay)

You’ve ruined the family name

Oh son, you should you be ashamed

You homosexual

Bum’s always bleeding

‘Cause you are

Gay (gay)

Glad that you're bound to catch aids

There's nothing left I have to say

You homosexual, bum’s always bleeding