Life grows old gay after gay,
Tarts worn to the fray.

Those fairies cast in Jersey,
In that land with their sick love,
That's where they play.

Faggots they're plush and not rare,
Each wearing girl's underwear.

Those fairies cast in Jersey,
In that land with their sick love,
That's where they play.

Faggots abound on each corner,
They scream so vile and gay,
They don't care what your game is boy,
They'll try to turn you their way.

So they continue to prey,
Where their Gaydar is raised.

Those fairies cast in Jersey,
In that land with their sick love,
And queer they stay,
And queer they stay,
Queer they stay.