Saturday night in a prom gown,
Screamin' was this young gay guy.
Lookin' more like Barbie than Ken,
Laws of nature he'll defy.

Fruit-caking ruser full of gay pride,
And he's borrowing his sister's thong.
Trying to just show off his girly can,
But what's he gonna do 'bout his dong.

Some thing I can't describe makes him keep closed his thighs.
Hope his fix-ture don't start to rise.
He was a high school senior in a prom dress,
With that jive chime fruity fool drawl.
With just one look upon his gay-ness,
Knew that high school senior had some gall.

Sittin' there hosting at his table,
Was a soft talking big gay brat.
He clearly said I sure like your sable boy,
He was jellin' and he sure loved to chat.
And you could see this was no dry-run,
Not sittin' on his hotdog bun.
Dancin' on the floor he seemed able,
He was just hopin' for a full night of fun.
Well a he was a jumpin' to that rock band.

'Cause a he was a havin' some night,
And that gay brat boy just stared,
Then that's when he declared,
"I sure hope you'll be giving a night of sinful living,
You hot high school senior in a prom dress".
"This has been one beautiful ball".
With just one look upon his gay-ness,
Nailed that high school senior to the wall.
To the wall.