You Dont Have to Camp Around — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

Daddy dont like it but mommy still wonders, sweet boy

But youre allowed to try it and I point no fingers

Sweet boy, but Im still wonderin what it means, boy

You hold your wrist so limply

You dont have to camp around



Save all your money, go confess on sunday, sweet boy

And you get your copy of "honey,"

Back on the street by monday

Sweet boy, but tell me where does that leave me, boy

Save the satin undies, dont pluck out your eyebrows

Stow the mincey lisping, you dont have to camp around