Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan were two good old boys from my home town

They were good boys, not so old boys

You really couldn't say they'd been around

When it came to race, creed, color, gender orientation and

endangered species

I guess you could say they hadn't really made the scene

In fact they were liable to escort you to the edge of town

For wearin the wrong color jeans

So one night down at the bar if you chance to meet a man

Who's fit to be fenced

Tell em you're married to a Black Jewish Puerto Rican

And see if they can figure out which part they're against