Fay Ray’s Nipples

Grand Dad went to the matinee
To watch King Kong fondle Fay Ray
In his leathery hand the beauty lay
Wearing nothing but a satin negligee
My Daddy was born nine months to the day
After that fateful matinee
All because of Fay Ray’s nipples
Daddy was born in Phil-a-del-phi-aaa
All because of Fay Ray’s nipples

Flesh begets flesh
In the usual way
Daddy’s only here because of Fay Ray.

Daddy had an album
Of photos from the war
Snapshots taken of Okinawan whores
Dressed in sarongs like Dorothy Lamour
For a nickel they’d drop the dress on the floor
And happily pose in front of the camera
With fruit on their head
Like Carmen Miranda
I was born nine months to the day
After Daddy got back to the USA
Because of little native women
Dressed like Dorothy Lamour
Dressed in sarongs like Dorothy Lamour

Flesh begets flesh
In the usual way
I am only here because of Fay Ray.

Women are more than baby machines
More than naked pictures in magazines
I’m no prude
Don’t get me wrong
If you don’t want kids
Don’t watch King Kong
Flesh begets flesh
In the usual way
We’re all here because of Fay Ray.