I wrote this song, my wife hates it, which makes it a lot more promiseing im gunna sing it
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He's a...
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Gay factory, worker from the south,
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He'll take what men pee out of and put it in his mouth.
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He works all day with a great big smile
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and he carries a large lunch pail,
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and after work, its off to the bar, where he meets his
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boyfriend Dale.
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They love the songs, love to dance, (hey)
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sometimes without wearin' pants, (ho)
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come on boys lets take the chance,
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we'll all change our names to Lance.
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everybody...
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He's a gay factory, worker from the south,
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He'll take what you pee out of and put it in his mouth.
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(Sounds like humming noises, but is imitating having a penis in his mouth)
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(spits up semen) Okay
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Gay Factory Worker
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| Rodney Carrington |
