Oh sing an ode for the victims
And write me a sonnet for rights
For so full is the world
Of poor helpless girls
It makes me want to wear tights

I'll be your Charlton Heston
If you'll be my Eva Peron
We'll load up our guns
And save all the nuns
And the gals by the pool all alone

I'd love to tickle your fancy feet
While we have a pro-life debate
And I hope you'll believe
When I cry on your sleeve
That I'm one hundred and ten percent straight.

Oh la la la la la,
la la la
la la la
etc.