Kunt And The Gang - Come on Cliff, Admit You're Queer lyrics

Come on Cliff, admit you're queer
Are you worried about Jesus or
Is it your career?
If you just come out the closet you
Can take it up the rear
Come on Cliff, admit you're queer

Was it Sue Barker who put you off a gash
Did she serve up a waffy wank or
Give your cock a forehand smash?
Or was it Hank Marvin who
Made you keep it underground
Did he threaten that The Shadows
Would follow you around?

Or maybe you were put off
By Olivia Newton John
Were you performing cunnilingus when
She suddenly blobbed on?
Or maybe you were just about to
Tongue her up the quim
When she suddenly got physical and
Farted on your chin

Or was it Una Stubbs' slot
You were about to lick
When you found a bit of carrot and
Asked "Is this some kind of trick?"
But suddenly it dawned on you
'was the last bloke sick?'
But it turned out it had just
Snapped off poor old Wurzel's dick

Or perhaps you never wanted to stick
It in a lady's hole
'Cause you had a crying, talking, sleeping
Walking blow-up doll
I don't think your fans would care if
You turned out to be gay
They're all too old to get
A fucking moist-on anyway

Come on Cliff, admit you're queer
Are you worried about Jesus or
Is it your career?
If you just come out the closet you
Can take it up the rear
Come on Cliff, admit you're queer

Come on Cliff, admit you're gay
Are you worried about Jesus or
What the papers say?
If you just come out the closet you
Can suck on cocks all day
Come on Cliff, admit you're gay

Backbum, backbum, take it up the backbum
Backbum, backbum, take it up the backbum
Backbum, backbum, take it up the backbum
Come on Cliff, admit you're queer