Lyrics of Song Promiscuous

The Surgeon General, Doctor Koop
S´posed to give you all the poop
But when he´s with P.M.R.C.
The poop he´s scoopin´
Amazes me

C-Span showed him, all dressed up
In his phoney Doctor God get-up
He looked in the camera and fixed his specs
´N gave a little lecture
´Bout anal sex

He says it is not good for us
We just can´t be promiscuous
He´s a docter -- he should know
It´s the work of the Devil, so
Girls, don´t blow!

Don´t blow Jimmy, don´t blow Bobby
Get yourself another hobby
(If Jesus practiced medicine
I´m sure he´d do it
Just like him)

Is Doctor Koop a man to trust?
It seems at least that Reagan must
(But Ron´s a trusting sort of guy --
He trusts Ed Meese
I wonder why?)

The A.M.A. has just got caught
For doin´ stuff it shouldn´t ought
All they do is lie and lie
Where´s Doctor Koop?
He´s standin´ by

Surgeon General? What´s the deal?
Is your epidemic real?
Are you leaving something out?
Something we can´t talk about?
A little green monkey over there
Kills a million people?
That´s not fair!
Did it really go that way?
Did you ask the C.I.A.?
Would they take you serious,
Or have THEY been
Promiscuous