a new Dawson song by Yucky Y.

Son of a Gym Teacher

(to Son of a Preacherman)

Dawson J. was a pervert's son and when
his Daddy would visit he'd come a lot.
When he lingered close and started hugging,
that's when Mitchy would do his plugging,
through the butt cheeks he'd go plugging,
a gentle wind between the thighs,
Good Morn' to sweet sunrise!

The only boy to betray his country...
was the son of a gym teacher.
The only boy to resent his pony...
was the son of a gym teacher,
yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

Being patriotic isn't always easy-
no matter how hard he tried.
When he started his Commie talkin',
that's when Mitchy would take him walkin',
oh through the back woods they'd go walkin'.
Ol' Mitchy would part his thighs-
give his boy a grand surprise!

The only boy to betray his country...
was the son of a gym teacher.
The only boy with a love for Trotsky...
was the son of a gym teacher,
yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

How well does Mitch remember
the look in Dawson's eyes,
Seeing red without stars or stripes,
Burning down Old Glory,
Reading Stalin's life story,
"Fireworks on the fourth's a yawn-
set Molotov cocktail's on the White House lawn!"

And the only boy to betray his country...
was the son of a gym teacher.
The only boy with a love for Trotsky...
was a Commie talkin' son of a gym teacher!