| Lyrics: | You know what Stuart? I like you.
You're not like the other people here in the trailer
park.
Oh, don't get me wrong. They're fine people. Good Americans.
But, they're content
to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and Mindy
on channel 57. Maybe kick back a cool Coors
16-ouncer.
They're good fine people, Stuart but they don't know, what
the queers are doing
to the soil.
You know that Johnny Wurster kid, the kid who delivers papers in the
neighborhood? He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors say
he smokes crack, but I
don't believe it.
Anyway, for his 10th birthday, all he wanted was a burrough owl
"Dad,
get me a burrough owl. I'll never ask for anything else as
long as I live". So the guy breaks
down and buys him a burrough owl.
Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out into my
yard.
And there's the Wurster kid looking up in the tree.
I said, "What are you looking
for?"
He said, "I'm looking for my burrough owl".
I said, "Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick.
Everyone knows that a burrough
owl lives in a hole in the ground. Why the hell do you think
they call
it a burrough owl, anyway?"
Now Stuart, do you think a kid like that is gonna
know
what the queers are doing to the soil?
I first became aware of this, about 10
years ago. The summer my oldest
boy Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival that comes to town
every year?
Well that year it came with a ride called the Mixer. The man said, keep
your
head and arms inside the mixer at all times.
But Bill Jr., he was a daredevil. Just like his
old man. He was leaning
out saying, "Hey everybody, look at me, look at me". Oh, he
was
decapitated. They found his head over by the snowcone consession. A
few days after
that, I open up the mail and there's a pamphlet in
there, from Peublo, Colorodo. And it's
addressed to Bill Jr. And it's
entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil!"
Now Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large U.S. city
with a big
underground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa, for
example. Look at the soil around Des
Moines, Stuart. You can't build
on it, you can't grow anything in it. The government says
it's due
to poor farming. But I know what's really going on, Stuart. I know
it's the
queers. They're in it with the aliens. They're building
landing strips for gay Martians. I
swear to God.
You know what Stuart, I like you.
You're not like the other people,
here in the trailer park |
