She’s sixteen
And he’s twenty-four
And they’re married and live in a car
And my wife
Is nine-hundred pounds
And she can’t see her shoes anymore
But I tune in every week
To see the faces of the freaks
I feel sorry for the geek who lost his girl
On Jerry
I’ve got a secret
I’m transsexual
Well nobody would ever have guessed
But that tanned up ming
Is Mr Universe
He’s got no balls and an eighty inch chest
But he gets me every time
With his grisly pantomime
And the audience know their lines down to a tee
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
Can’t you see our life is going nowhere
Here’s the sermon
Here’s the final thought
Adopt a sanctimonious tone
The punching we don’t mind
But we never go out live
’cause the language we could never condone
Shall we round up all the murder
Let them have a final word
They’ll do anything to get on my TV
And we’d really like to tell ya
We came all the way from Georgia
To throw a shape and sing a silly song for you
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
On Jerry
Get her under the red hex
And the home boys
And the trailer park trash
Juvenile d-d-delinquents
How about Disney fags
Little Chinese rent boys
Just a model gone drag
That’s entertainment
That’s entertainment
That’s entertainment
Won’t you entertain me
That’s entertainment
It’s all entertainment
That’s entertainment
That’s entertainment
That’s entertainment
Can’t you see your life is going wrong
Can’t you cry out louder
Can’t you go any longer
Longer
Longer
Longer