Mary Ann my wayward son
is a piece that should be done
Lay your weary dick to rest
Don't you pay no more
Once it rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
It was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Mary Ann my wayward son
Is a piece that should be done
Lay your weary dick to rest
Don't you pay no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My pooning is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means I've been on PERB
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for prostitution
But I hear the perberts say
Mary Ann my wayward son
Is a piece that should be done
Lay your weary dick to rest
Don't you pay no more
No!
Mary Ann, you will always remember
Mary Ann nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely your wallet will be too!
Mary Ann my wayward son
There's a piece that should be done
Lay your weary dick to rest
Don't you pay no more