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 fucking 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