Homophobic Rural Prancer


Gay not maybe, closet lady, boy's part of the band
Squinty-eyed, pirate bile, he's limp in his rifle hand
Closet queen, oh, you must have seen him prancing 'cross his land
And now I'm in him, always with him, homophobic country man

Calls them freaks-- in his bare feet
Cause they go against his God
Shotgun rack, needs a bath
His blockhead skull is filled with sand

He and no man will hold my hand
In the natatorium
Later on, I'll snap his thong
You ever see a country bum?

But oh how you have appeal
Lying here with someone queer
Only you and you don't fear me
When I say softly, slowly

Homophobic rural prancer
Shoot my shotgun on the highway
If it's love it isn't sinnin'
Ain't no crime to show you're gay.

Aint' got rabies? A check up maybe, seems to be at hand.
Shifty-eyed, toothless smile, we'll open a taco stand
Ballerina, can't wait to see him--dancing with a man
And now he's in me, always with me, homophobic country man

Homophobic rural prancer
Wax the headlight on my Harley
In the b***h seat you'll be grinnin'
We'll cruise the city by the bay