The Overcompensating Heterosexual Song
When you see me on the street with my buddies
Our intentions ought to be crystal clear
You can tell by our high fives and our "jock hugs"
That there ain't a chance in hell that we are queer
I enjoy going to movies with my buddies
But let's get something straight from the start
Just so there is no con-fusion
We make a point to sit two seats apart
'Cause I'm the overcompensating heterosexual
Doncha dare confuse me with a homosexual
I'm as straight as they come
As reg'lar as the rising sun
I'm the overcompensating heterosexual
When I pry him away from his buddies
I'm grateful for the time that he commits
But it's hard to have a decent conversation
When his eyes are planted firmly on our tits
Oh, he likes cruisin' bars with his buddies
The ladies all succumb to our pitch
And any girl that dares to reject them
Is obviously a lesbo or a bitch!
'Cause he's the overcompensating heterosexual
Doncha dare confuse him with a homosexual
He's the straightest guy you'll find
A sexual legend in his own mind
He's the overcompensating heterosexual
What's so wrong with loving men
Just so long as it's pla-ton-ic?
Hanging out ain't no sin
I can't even spell homo-e-ro-tic
'Cause I'm/he's the overcompensating heterosexual
Doncha dare confuse me/him with a homosexual
I'm/he's as straight as an arrow
Right down to my/his bone's marrow
I'm/he's the overcompensating heterosexual
Copyright 2004 Danger Boy Productions
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