the made up their minds, they blamed the genetics
went to canada, to wed that day
drove their parents nuts, theywere frenetic
why don't they believe it when they said we're all born this way

they described a good time, and I started gagging
thought I'd lose my lunch right there that day
safety first, they said, use rubber bagging,
I closed my eyes, couldnt picture that thing cause they're gay

everyone could sense the road that they're travelin' on
is full of disgust
I guess they use oil, so they'll never rust
they seem to like bummies,
they'll turn into something someday

you can see the shadows bouncing off the walls in there
they're not too discreet and they really don't care
that turnaround highway
they're happy there today, today

I guess it's allright,
it's just not my action
I prefer the perfume any day
but they like old spice,
and digestive compaction
who am I to judge them if they're gay?

everyone could sense the road that they're travelin' on
is full of disgust
I guess they use oil, so they'll never rust
they seem to like bummies,
they'll turn into something someday

you can see the shadows bouncing off the walls in there
they're not too discreet and they really don't care
that turnaround highway
they're happy there today, today
everyone could sense the road that they're travelin' on
is full of disgust
I guess they use oil, so they'll never rust
they seem to like bummies,
they'll turn into something someday

you can see the shadows bouncing off the walls in there
they're not too discreet and they really don't care
that turnaround highway
they're happy there today, today