Lyrics:

When I was kid in my home town

People would come from miles around

Just to get a job at the Pharmaceutical factory

Making strong medicines of all descriptions

Now every time I get a new prescription

It brings a dose of old memories back to me

Now daddy was assigned to birth control pills

Breathing that air that was hormone filled

And mama made body building steroids all day long

And when Sundays came they sang in the choir

And even the angels had to admire

make the hair stand up when they sang a song

Mama sang bass, daddy sang tenor

You wouldn't think she had it in her

But her voice got deeper and deeper every week

Daddy sang tenor, mama sang bass

She had strength and he had grace

It's kind of like they traded places so to speak



Well the preacher said folks, I recognize your talents

But you see this choir 's out of balance

And the bass sounds better when it's coming from the

other side

Well mama's patience never was the greatest

And daddy wouldn't think of sitting with the ladies

So the only thing to do was give their hormones a ride

Now the factory was a working on this DNA

that programs molecules in such a way


That anything wrong can sometimes be reversed

So they made um up a shot

put it in their veins

Waited all week till Sunday came

To see if that injection was a blessing or a curse



The media coverage was so intense

it made the OJ trial seem like a non event

The church was filled up to the brim

Just to hear that opening hymn

Then...... Mama sang.... bass.....

Daddy sang tenor..........

She got stronger

He got thinner

That's what you get

for trying to hard to please

Daddy sang tenor

Mama sang bass

He makes dinner

while she shaves her face

Now what else do you want to know

about the birds and the bees



You know I got a powerful urge to scratch and spit

I loveeee to watch baseball

baseball, well mama you used to love to knit

what happened to that?

knit! let's go to the wrestling matches

wrestling, let's arm wrestle

Oh no!

hey, you ait got any red man on ya do ya

red man!

I know, let's go cow tippin

Cow tippin!

listen ma, you just about wore ole bossy out

Quite, you might wake her up

Rock a-bye bossy