He'd thought about it more than once In search of some experience Why not try Guy on guy They always seem to have such fun They never hurt or judge no one Black, brown or white Guy on guy Mama said, "Son, stay straight as an arrow Keep your wrists locked and your mind real narrow Don't you want some kids and a wife?" But he never fit in with the jocks or the jesters Always hung out in the margins of error Tried to make the most of his life But walking down the street late one night He stepped into the Golden Knob And drinking with a dude named Bob Broke down and cried and he didn't know why ... then Bobby said, "welcome home There's no point in living alone You're allright, guy on guy." And soon they moved down to a place in the Village Every flea market they'd rape and pillage Reservations every night Bobby hooked him up with a job at Annetha's Doing good work he'd thought was beneath him Sucking from the marrow of life But walking down the street late one night He thought about his change of plans And how no one ever understands