YOU DON’T HAVE TO CAMP AROUND

Daddy don't like it
but Mommy still wonders, Sweet Boy
But you're allowed to try it
and I point no fingers
Sweet Boy, I'm still wonderin'
what it means
You hold your wrist so limply
You don't have to camp around
Save all your money,
go confess on Sunday, Sweet Boy
get your copy of Honey,
back on the street Monday
Sweet Boy, but tell me
where does that leave me
Save the satin undies,
don't pluck out your eyebrows
Stow the mincey lisping,
you don't have to camp around