I played this song at WYSIWYG'S spring Mudgather & promised Dick Greenhaus I'd post the lyrics.
A little late,but here it is.

A short comment on my reasons for writing this (2 1/2 years ago BTW)
The incident itself was in my opinion rather unimportant.
The reaction to the incident was totaly absurd.

DB.


Thanks For The Mammaries


We got corporation criminals,
Employment at a minimal,
& Jobs goin' overseas,
The homeless rate is risin',
The gays are exercisin',
Their right to get married,
Iraqi guns explodin,
Societies erodin,
& We're goin' straight down the tubes,
But life got real excitin',
When we all got a sightin',
Of Janet Jacksons Boob.

We got a government that's willin',
To do a lot of killin',
Leave your town a smolderin' wreck,
They say the president's a liar,
They saw his pants on fire,
When he stood upon that flight deck,
Fatcats gettin' fatter,
Climbin' up that corporate ladder,
While they're stepin' all over us,
But the big news of the day,
& It just won't go away,
Is Janet Jacksons Bust.
(ch)
I can't believe what I saw,
There it was just hangin' there in the raw,
I can't believe what I viewed,
There it was just a starin' at me in the nude.

I can't believe there's all this drama,
When they haven't found Osama,
& The world is frought with fear,
But people started yellin',
When Janet flashed her melon,
It's the headline of the year,
But when she got barechested,
Big money got invested,
In next years supergame,
Brought to you by Pepsi Cola,
& Janets areola,
It'll never be the same.
         (ch)
It's all I see on my TV,
Is her bejewelled mammary,
It's such a pornographic scene,
Just plastered all over my big wide TV screen.

I don't know why we're fussin'
Complainin' & a cussin',
About a little bit of skin,
Like a beacon on a lighthouse,
We got one in the Whitehouse,
But We don't put a bra on him,
& It's hardly worth a mention,
When the span of our attention's,
As short as the day is long,
When I end this little ditty,
We'll forget Janets titty,
& We'll sing a different song.
         (ch)
I don't know why they're up in arms,
A little bitty booby never done no one no harm,
Don't know what the fuss is all about,
Just cause some mammary got out.

Don't know why we're fussin',
Complainin' & a cussin',
About a little bit of skin.

Written by Ron Horvath 2/04