Tonight I'll be goin' to a party
and may not be back home till dawn
Me an' my friends will have a good time.
We'll drink and laugh and carry on.
And maybe I'll meet someone special
and Momma he'll be a man.
Momma your son is a faggot
and I know you just don't understand.
It's not hard for me to see
you been cryin'
you been hurt by the things I been cault
I don't know if you'll ever believe me
but Momma, it wasn't your fault.
Still I know, you'll always remember
what Daddy said just as he died:
"Momma, Your son, he ain't normal."
"Momma, what's happened to your pride."
"Your son ain't fit to be my namesake,
and Momma, he just don't belong."
"Momma, your son is a faggot."
"Momma, where did you go wrong."
It's not hard for me to see
you been cryin.'
