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[CHORUS]
[G]Hey **** Anita Bryant, who the hell is [C]she
[D]Tellin' all them fagets, that they can't be [G]free
Throw that b**** in prison, maybe then she'll [C]see
[D]Just how much them God**** homosexuals mean to [G]me
N.C
Because they...
[G]Wash your clothes, clean your cell, help you drain your [D]hose
Give you smokes, laugh at jokes, [G]sew up all your clothes
Rub your feet, beat your meat, [C]heaven only knows
[D]What I'd do without those homos[G]exuals
N.C
They all...
[G]Read and write, f**k all night, [C]clean your fingernails
[D]Help you dress, play your chess, [G]lay you down some rails
Be your wife, take your life, [C]in a jealous rage
[D]Who says we don't need them homo[G]sexuals
N.C
I tell you...
[G]Some are big, some are small, some are in be[C]tween
[D]Some are yellow bellied queers, and [G]some of them are mean
Some are killers, some are theives, and [C]some are singers too
In [D]fact, Anita Bryant, some act just like [G]you
N.C
So...
[CHORUS]
[G]**** Anita Bryant, who the hell is [C]she
[D]Tellin' all the them fagets, that they can't be [G]free
Throw that ***** in prison, maybe then she'll [C]see
[D]Just how much them God**** homosexuals mean to [G]me
[G]Hey **** Anita Bryant, who the hell is [C]she
[D]Tellin' all them fagets, that they can't be [G]free
Throw that b**** in prison, maybe then she'll [C]see
[D]Just how much them God**** homosexuals mean to [G]me
N.C
Because they...
[G]Wash your clothes, clean your cell, help you drain your [D]hose
Give you smokes, laugh at jokes, [G]sew up all your clothes
Rub your feet, beat your meat, [C]heaven only knows
[D]What I'd do without those homos[G]exuals
N.C
They all...
[G]Read and write, f**k all night, [C]clean your fingernails
[D]Help you dress, play your chess, [G]lay you down some rails
Be your wife, take your life, [C]in a jealous rage
[D]Who says we don't need them homo[G]sexuals
N.C
I tell you...
[G]Some are big, some are small, some are in be[C]tween
[D]Some are yellow bellied queers, and [G]some of them are mean
Some are killers, some are theives, and [C]some are singers too
In [D]fact, Anita Bryant, some act just like [G]you
N.C
So...
[CHORUS]
[G]**** Anita Bryant, who the hell is [C]she
[D]Tellin' all the them fagets, that they can't be [G]free
Throw that ***** in prison, maybe then she'll [C]see
[D]Just how much them God**** homosexuals mean to [G]me
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