George W. Goodman's Address to the Nation
This Piece is modeled on the song "Trouble from the Music Man"
The parts in italics are meant to be sung

Good citizens of our great Nation!
I’m very concerned for your almighty salvation
I’m speaking of the presence of those
self- declaring Gay people in our communities
We gotta get a shot of good sense…..Build up our moral immunity!
Because I tell you:

We got Trouble, my friends, right here,
I say, Trouble right here in our nation.
And that starts with T and rhymes with P
And that stands for Perversion

Why I’m here talking to you as a
God fearing, straight shooting, serious politician
I know about Temptation!
I myself was once on the road to Perdition,
A womanizer and a drunk; I was living off my daddy’s fat,
Until I found The Lord and was saved from most of that
Now I'm in the highest office in the land
I’m Proud to say that today, I think as narrowly as any man can
And it’s clear to me that those Homos are leading us into the throes of disaster!
Why, not only do I foresee the fall of the sanctity of marriages
But also the corruption of our tiny babies in their carriages
If you give those GAYS the slightest opportunity
They will stir up latent tendencies to indecency
Inviting experimentation with those urges and senses
That will destroy, I say destroy everything including our beloved National Defenses!
Because Homos will corrupt our Army! We must keep them out!
Too busy thinking about who is buggering who
Our troops will end up forgetting what the real mission is about
I’m talkin’ about wipin' out those vile swarthy Mecca - loving villians
Who probably invented Gays way back there in the beginnin’!

Yeah! We got Trouble
Right here in our nation!
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Perversion

And if we don’t stop ‘em
Soon, you’ll find your own son bedecked out as a dandy
Refusing to fight! Struttin’ around in a pinch-back suit,
Smelling like candy and list'nin’ to show tunes
He'll be datin’ that local boy who’s changed his name toTarquin
Soon the two of 'em’ll open a flower shop and
Be marchin’ down main street wavin’ a rainbow flag
That’s right! Walkin’ hand and hand, Deep throat kissin’ on the sidewalk
Right in front of your house. Think how your neighbors’ll talk!
And your daughters!
They’ll all turn into Lesbians.
Sportin' chains and black leather--
They’ll be spurnin’ all the regular spit- horkin’ boys altogether
Spit- horkin’ themselves, hangin’ out down at the pool hall
Shackin’ up together; all bald headed with tattoos and unshaved leg hair
Lookin’ for all the world like the Devil’s wife incarnate standing there
Soon they’ll be buyin’ their own sperm from test tubes
And havin’ fat faced babies of unknown origin
And you’ll be the grandparents of Satan’s childrun!

And let me say this about same sex marriage
This is a practice we must all disparage
Friends, if God,(the real one, not the one of graven images)
Had wanted people of the same sex to wed
Why Jesus would have been hangin’ out with nothing but men...
But he didn't- Hell NO!
That’s where Mary Magdalene and the Blessed Mary come in,
And both are virtuous women indeed
The Virgin and the Reformed
and that's the only kind of women we need
Ya see? It’s right there in the blessed Bible!
Ya got two, I say, two sexes, it don't say three
And anyway a Gay Society… Well, that don’t mean Happy!

No! Because that’s a capital "G,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for Perversion!
And that means Trouble
With a Capital T

Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
So I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
If we let 'em your natural progeny
Are gonna see them Gays getting’ married
And think boinkin’ each other is perfectly okay!
I'm thinkin' of your tiny kids in their knickerbockers,
With their Hello Kitty backpacks and wide eyes,
Thinkin’ they might want to give it a try!
The next thing you know, one thing will lead to another
(And it’s one mighty slippery slope)
And soon your sweet childrun will be hopelessly addicted!
To dope!That’s right!
First they’ll be suckin’ on those funny cigarettes
Make 'em fuzzy in the head,
Wantin’ to look up ‘homosexual’ in the dictionary
And go round braggin' all about it
Which might not at first seem like there’s any harm to it
But then before you know, it’ll be needles in their tiny arms
They’ll be livin’ on skid row with each other
With all the depravation of a jungle animal instink!
And this'll happen before you’ve had a chance to blink!
My friends!
You have got to stop Satan's temptation
or it will never abate!
Keep our young ones moral and scare em straight-
Teach them to say NO to GAY before it’s too late!

Because we got Trouble,
It’s right here in our nation
With a capital "T"
That rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Perversion

Please!
Put a stop to this moral disease and devastation!

Plant the good seeds of Homophobia now
For our society’s salvation!

And I say an almighty Amen to that!