I can't get used to that you can't get used to this That they walk hand in hand or publicly kiss Retarded reactionaries won't let them get married Ironic mustaches unite, Gaga is on our side I just can't get used to it, in the safety of our own house I thought we got this over with, closets closed, please come out But they won't toss the bouquet nor the salad or their fiance You let them toss and turn all night with Gaga by their side Why are you so f**ing scared of those you call so f**ing weak? Why are you so f**ing scared? Ask, tell and raise some hell Always defending family values, you speak of moral poverty If you defined it less obtuse I maybe would agree Be welcome at the NFL, no more “don't ask, don't tell” It's the players' and the soldiers' right to have Gaga on their side We adopt you as our own, we see you as one of us But don't think you're not alone, you're an outlaw nonetheless We enjoy your idiosyncrasy, we love our mascot to be a drag But don't touch or approach me personally, don't come to close, step back