Lyrics

Sometimes his name is Reverend Fred Lane
If you don't know him too bad
You oughta be ashamed
Everything about him makes the dog
Love my neighbor's leg

When he's on stage, we try to get a peek
Up his boxer shorts, a cheeky chesapeak
Not gonna tell you what I saw, but I'll say
Oh, what a manly man

Every day we play
Car radio Jerome
Sets my soul on fire
And chills me to the bone
We hold our banners high
Dondi must die

Walking down the street, the kooks were kooking out
Dennis James was there picking up bubble gum
The man with the fold-back ears was crushing
Schlitz cans in his hand
Tension headache, McPherson came by to gripe
Feeling pretty good, thought something wasn't right
Jumped in the pool, went down the drain
We never saw him again

Every day we play
Car radio Jerome
Sets my soul on fire
And chills me to the bone
We hold our banners high
Dondi must die

So I was having lunch with this delicious white woman
And I went to talk to my haircutter and Pete shows up
What do you know, what do you know
He runs off with her, that son of a bitch

Every day we play
Car radio Jerome
Sets my soul on fire
And chills me to the bone
We hold our banners high
You ought to see 'em fly
Whirly gigs all around
Debonairs everywhere
Ice pick to the moonter
Home sweet home