We ain't in Sunday School now

Quit worrying about going to hell
there's a world of difference
between new and taboo
and not taking it up the ass
is a mean move

Face it
no-one got to Hollywood
and became a big star
riding single track loco
down the same old  tunnel

What's more important
a little diverty-boo
on the branch line to heaven
or fretting over extra laundry
and a hotter wash cycle
 
You won't find paradise
keeping squeaky clean sheets
to please the neighbors
hanging half your sex life out to dry
 
No-one's gonna know
from the way you walk
unless you bend over
and they're super close-
without Clark Kent vision
everything looks the same
 
I'll bet Pa
showers up your Mom
most every night
and damn right
after you and
little bro arrived
All that sideways growth
screamed an end
to feeling tight
but these days who lets
the patter of tiny feet
snuff out sex like a hex
 
Intimate explorations
have always been the real trip
to get to Itchy
Coo
Park

So take a deep breath
hold my hand and sing
You already know the words
and how the chorus goes
Ooh
la
la