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RAM'S DAD
You wait just a minute, Paul! It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place our boys could not live in!

They were not dirty!
They were not wrong!
They were two lonely verses
In the Lord's great song!

KURT'S DAD
Our boys were pansies, Bill!

RAM'S DAD
Yes!
My boy's a homosexual
And that don't scare me none—
I want the world to know...
I love my dead gay son!

I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes!


Well, the good Lord made the universe
The Lord created man
And I believe it's all a part of his gigantic plan
I know God has a reason
For each mountain and each flower
And why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!
They were not dirty—
They were not fruits!
They were just two stray laces in the Lord's big boots
Well, I never cared for homos much until I reared me one

RAM’S DAD & CONGREGATION
But now I've learned to love…

RAM’S DAD
I love my dead gay son!

CONGREGATION
He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!

RAM'S DAD
Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk with him and him, and Jesus says it's cool!
They don't have crime or hatred, there's no bigotry or cursin' -
Just friendly fellows dressed up like their fav'rite Village Person!
They were not dirty—

CONGREGATION
No, no!

RAM’S DAD
They just had flair!

CONGREGATION
Whoa!

RAM’S DAD
They were two bright red ribbons in the Lord's long hair
Well, I used to see a homo and go reachin' for my gun

RAM’S DAD & CONGREGATION
But now I've learned to love…

RAM’S DAD
And furthermore!
These boys were brave as hell!
These boys , they knew damn well!
Those folks would judge 'em, they were desperate to be free!
They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants!
Paul, I can't believe that you
Still refuse to get a clue
After all that we been through—

I'm talkin’ you and me!
In the summer of '83!

KURT'S DAD
That was one hell of a fishing trip

CONGREGATION
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
They were not dirty—
Whoa!
And not perverse—
No, no!
They were just two stray rhinestones
On the Lord's big purse!

BOTH DADS
Our job is now continuing the work that they begun!

CONGREGATION
'Cause now we love, love, love!
We love your dead—

RAM’S DAD
They're up there disco dancing to the thump of angel wings!

KURT’S DAD
They grab a mate…

RAM’S DAD
And roller skate—

BOTH DADS
While Judy Garland sings!

RAM’S DAD
They live a playful afterlife that's fancy-free and reckless!

KURT'S DAD
They swing upon the pearly gates—

BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION
And wear a pearly necklace!

CONGREGATION
Whoo!

BOTH DADS
They were not dirty!

CONGREGATION
No!

BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION
They were good men!
And now they're happy bear cubs in the Lord's big den!

BOTH DADS
Go forth and love each other now
Like our boys would have done

ALL
We'll teach the world to love...

BOTH DADS
I love my dead gay son!
My son! My son!

CONGREGATION
Not half bad, your dead gay son!
Wish I had your dead gay son!
Thank you, dad, for your...

BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION
Dead! Gay! Son!

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