Roy Jordan and Ed Morgan were two good old boys from my home town
They were good boys, not so old boys
You really couldn't say they'd been around
When it came to race, creed, color, gender orientation and
endangered species
I guess you could say they hadn't really made the scene
In fact they were liable to escort you to the edge of town
For wearin the wrong color jeans
So one night down at the bar if you chance to meet a man
Who's fit to be fenced
Tell em you're married to a Black Jewish Puerto Rican
And see if they can figure out which part they're again