words by Paul Spencer, 2003
traditional Irish tune Planxty Irwin

A bill to let gay folks adopt little children,
Created a fuss that spread out through the town,
They puffed out their chests and they claimed to be families,
How they did holler and jump up and down.

Now I stand for tolerance, peace and forgiveness,
I hold back my judgments and try to be kind,
But sometimes like now for the sake of the children,
My tongue won’t be still and I must speak my mind.

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(Chorus:) Take all these bigots with homophobe children,
And whip them like convicts then drive them away,
Their festering brains are polluting my suburb,
Let’s not be a place where it’s hard to be gay.

These husbands and wives like to start little families,
Boxed up alone with a dog and some kids,
I don’t have objections if that’s how they like it,
But don’t let them tell me that that’s all there is,

It makes my heart sore when I see a child suffering,
Trapped in a home where the love has gone bad,
But pain turns to rage when a beautiful household,
Is shunned for the lack of a mum or a dad.

Enjoy all your weddings you non-homosexuals,
Don’t be ashamed of the love that you share,
But don’t forget we haven’t got all your choices,
So join in this chorus to show that you care.