Mama was a hooker nearly all her life,
You know it drove Papa crazy havin’ a hooker for a wife.
The part he couldn’t handle was her bein’ done,
Cause she was always too tired to give him none.

I felt sorry for Papa never gettin’ laid.
Mom was gettin’ poked by the men who paid.
It really don’t surprise me, lookin’ at it again,
That Papa went against his nature, started seein’ men.

Mama was a hooker, Lord, how she shined!
Papa was a good’un but a homo kind.
Mama loved Papa, Papa loved queers;
Papa got AIDS, now Mama’s in tears.

Well this is how it happened: Mom was out at work.
Pop was playin’ poker with his best friend Kirk.
He bet his shirt and pants on a three of a kind,
And when he lost, funny thoughts run through Papa’s mind.

There he was, butt naked on the living room couch,
Kirk stuck his dick in, poor Papa said “ouch!”
But it made him kinda horny, so he let him alone,
And then he never felt the same about another man’s bone.

Well, the video camera caught the scene real good:
Papa’s mouth was suckin’ on a seven-inch wood.
Peeping Tom said he saw it all real clear –
He never ceased to pump that faggot’s slippery rear.

Mama was a hooker, Lord, how she shined!
Papa was a good’un but a homo kind.
Mama loved Papa, Papa loved queers;
Papa got AIDS, now Mama’s in tears.