[spoken]

You know kids, I wish every mom and dad
Would make a speech to their teenage sons
And say "Kids, be free, be whatever you are,
"Do whatever you want to do,
"Just so long as you don't hurt anybody.
"And remember kids, I am your friend."

[sung]

I just would like to say, as victims cry "Conviction!",
That longing stares and other annoying perpetrations
Without clear "Yes!" are nothing more
Than the male's emergence from his drab campus-lodge
Into the broads-and-booze age,
Itching from dearth; might proffer sex.

Spare us yuppie rulers' notion that swellings at cleavage
And hindquarters are not proper for the male;
When fa-a-a-actually,
Females males' playthings are, in most mammals.