>Carry on my gaywad son
>There'll be AIDS when you are done
>Lay your queery head to rest
>Don't you bi no more

>Have to keep up Tony Khan's dumb illusion
>While I deal with bicurious confusion
>Ratings tanking ever lower
>But they tanked too low
>Though my ass would gape, I still was a Nash fan
>Though my ass would bleed, I still spread my cheeks, man
>I hear the voices when I'm creaming
>Hear them call me gay

>Carry on my gaywad son
>There'll be AIDS when you are done
>Lay your queery head to rest
>Don't you cry no more