Every evening after chow,
All the inmates hit the shower,
And I'm tryin' myself to seat myself,
To where they cannot deflower.
And knowing they won't stop, until they get off,
They've a distort view, can't avoid this crew,
They get worked up when they're lathered.
I do not want to perch and then lurch,
As they are preying, all in the buff,
I won't stand up,
They don't want me abstaining.
That guy's like Johhny Holmes,
And now he wants me prone!
Homo-ed again, tragically.

My daddy used to say,
Those people in jail are gay.
If you land into, you'll get a clue,
What Bubba wants to convey.
Do to you a thing profound,
Something Greek, then slap you 'round.
But look out for Dutch, he's way too much,
He's the king of things of Greece's.
Smell of saurkraut,
And a highway lined with Hershey,
If you get upon his list
He will really hurt thee with the dirty deed,
A doctor you will need, homo-ed again, tragically.

It seems to me I should have more smarts,
Then to land in here to get rear ended,
I'm so offended.
Who will they do? Who will they do?
Homo-ed again, tragically.

I'm in here for lots of years,
And the debts are in ar-rears,
A reciever wide I've turned the tide,
I'm thinkin' 'bout turnin' queer.
If they start gettin' bold,
Just throw 'em in the hole,
Couldn't comprehend why with all these men,
Were all lookin' for some bacon,
When they used to start it would smart the fun they're pokin',
Dispite discouragement from me,
No bones of mine were broken.
So now I'm turnin' gay,
Because it's here I'll stay,
Homo-ed again, magically.