Eyes are shocked
All lines are crossed
The scenes I see are bold and embossed
I can’t believe just what I’ve seen
Man to man let’s talk old farty
And have yourself a lemon party
Not me of course it’s not my bag
I didn’t know what I saw that day
Old men face to face being gay
How was I to know what to expect
One man skinny the other a lardy
Damaged for life by the lemon party
Why did they tell me where to see
www dot was what they said
But by my looking I’m better off dead
I saw things I could have lived without
Old as dirt but hard as a rock
Grampa suckin what rhymes with dock
Thanks Jack, thanks Angie cause of you I’m scarred
My retina seared by what it did see
Searching for that lemon party
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