Stuart - The Dead Milkmen

You know what, Stuart?

I like you

You’re not like the other people here, in the trailer park

Oh, don’t go get me wrong, they’re fine people, they’re good Americans,

but they’re content to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and Mindy on

channel 57, maybe kick back a cool Coors 16-ouncer…

They’re good, fine people, Stuart but they don’t know what the queers are doing

to the soil

You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers in the

neighborhood?

He’s a fine kid.

Some of the neighbors say he smokes crack,

but I don’t believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a

burrow owl.

He kept bugging his old man;

«Dad, get me a burrow owl!

I’ll never ask for anything else as long as I live!»

So the guy breaks down

and buys him a burrow owl

Anyway, 10:30 the other night, I go out in my yard and there’s the Wurster kid,

looking up in the tree!

I say «What are you looking for?»

And he says «I'm looking for my burrow owl!»

And I say «Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick!

Everybody knows the burrow owl lives

in a hole in the ground!

Why the hell do you think they call it a burrow owl,

anyway!?»

Now Stuart, do you think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are

doing to the soil?

I first became aware of all this about ten years ago, the summer my oldest boy,

Bill Jr., died.

You know that carnival comes into town every year?

Well this year they came through with a ride called The Mixer.

The man said «Keep your head and arms inside The Mixer at all times.»

But Bill Jr.

, he was a daredevil, just like his old man!

He was leaning out saying «Hey everybody, look at me!

Look at me!»

POW!

He was decapitated!

They found his head over by the snow cone concession!

A few days after that, I open up the mail And there’s a pamphlet in there from

Pueblo, Colorado, and it’s addressed to Bill Jr., and it’s entitled Do You Know

What the Queers Are Doing to Our Soil?

Now Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city with a big

underground homosexual population, des Moines Iowa, for example.

Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart, you can’t build on it,

you can’t grow anything in it, the government says it’s due to poor farming,

but I know what’s really going on, Stuart!

I know it’s the queers!

They’re in it with the aliens!

They’re building landing strips for gay

Martians, I swear to God!

You know what, Stuart?

I like you

You’re not like the other people, here in the trailer park