Prince Johnny, you’re kind but you’re not simple By now I think I know the difference You wanna be a son of someone Remember the time we went and snorted That piece of the Berlin wall that you’d extorted And we had such a laugh of it Prostrate on my carpet
You traced the Andes with your index And bragged when and where and who You’re gonna bed next Always sons of someones Always sons of someones
Saw you pray to all To make you a real boy Saw you pray to all To make you a real boy
Prince Johnny, you’re kind but do be careful By now I know just when to stamp here When all your friends and acolytes Holding court in bathroom stalls
When you pray to all To make you a real boy Saw you pray to all To make you a real boy
But honey don’t mistake my affection For another spittin’-penny-style redemption Cause we’re all sons of someones We’re all sons of someones I’ll mean more than I mean to you I’ll mean more than I meant to him
So I pray to all To make me a real girl So I pray to all To make me a real girl So I pray to all All All All