unhealthy nights rehashing down at dancer's city hall
they took a scraping sample, and they've analyzed it all
there's rumours that he is a gay, but they were all shot down
where he wet his whistle, well, now his health is down
there's a meeting of the doctors, they're wonderin' what to tell,
will they say he's gonna suffer, will they say he'll not get well?
it didn't look to nice when , the rash went to his knees
how to tell this man he's done he has sexual disease??

the makers of the trojans they said the condom broke
and now they heed the warning, take care with every stroke
the laboratory testing, is making cash from fees,
everybody's worried 'bout this sexual disease
there's panic in the clinic, some people tied in knots,
some have just the coughing, and some are showing spots
some tried to burn the lesions, and some would rather freeze.,
where did this new strain come from of sexual disease??

the worls health people are holding public talks
advising everybody to wrap theirs in a sock
even when the pope was asked, he said that he agrees,
everybody should beware of sexual disease
it's little better than the plague, it's just a humping curse
and every time you get a rod the symptoms just get worse
it's allright for the sadists, the masochists are pleased
cause it stings to use your kit with sexual disease

doctor parkinson declared "I'm not surprised to see you here"
you bloody well should stop this stuff and acting like a queer
don't know how you got the rash down to your knees,
but damn it all young man, you've got a sexual disease
he wrote me a prescription, my private parts addressed
he said just keep this stuff forgotten, don't be depressed
come back if you get better next dirtbag please
send in another with a sexual disease

I go down to people's corner, I'm thunderstruck
the bloody lesions weeping, and now the band aid's stuck
two guys yell Oh Jesus, one grabs at his dong
there's a medic singer, singing a healing song he says
we gotta find a cure, for rashes to our knees,
we gotta find a cure, or my wife won't be pleased
we gotta find a cure, oh people, help me please
we gotta find a cure for this it's sexual disease
they're wonderin if it makes you go crazy, deaf or blind,
I wish I knew that woman, this bug is so unkind,
sing out rule brittania, and hang out in the breeze,
the girl from ipanema, she doin a new striptease
meanwhile, the first medic says I'll cure it soon,
just take three pills my man, and call this afternoon
I think I got a fever, a hundred four degrees,
what the hell is wrong with me? a sexual disease??