You tell Billy-Ray his daughter isn't gay
'Cause I've just seen the evidence
I'm guessin' he won't mind she's not that way inclined
She ain't into ladies, she like gents

He might not want to know she's made a video
That shows how naughty she can get
But if he would prefer to not know that 'bout her
You'd better keep him off the internet

Don't call her a tart, a manky skanky tart
Don't think her dad'd understand
If you call her a tart, a shaky, flaky tart
He might blow up and kill that man
Ooo

You can tell him that she's playing with the cat
A little pussy pleasure, what's the harm?
But if he sees that flick of how she rides a..long
It may just put him in the funny farm

She may have caught disease, some dodgy STDs
And Jesus only knows if she's OK
And if he chanced to find her screwed out of her mind
It might be curtains for that Billy Ray

So don't call her a tart, a manky skanky tart
Because Billy Ray might overload
If you call her a tart, a flaky, shaky tart
His achy breaky heart might just explode
Booom!!

But don't call her a tart, a manky skanky tart
'Cause she was only having fun
She's really not a tart, a flaky, shaky tart
She doesn't even take it up the
Ooo!!