(To the tune of "Ben") - Ben/the two us us can date no more/the cops/they came/and then broke down my door/Ben/ they tried to call me "fag"/young boys I loved to shag/but I still love you, Ben/Ben/they call what I had done a "crime"/I paid/your folks/I won't do any time/Ben/your bedroom door I knocked/I sucked your tiny cock/then slept next to you, Ben/(chorus) then right away/my fans all say/"he's not gay!"/Ben/I paid some girls/so I'd look straight/even though/we never had a date/Ben/I've still got secret cash/I need your tiny ass/Oh, God, I need you, Ben/Ben/I "bought" some kids/so I'd look straight/the sperm/came from some guy/my fans "took the bait"/they/all think that I'm a dad/but girls/I never had/I think I fooled them, Ben/Ben/I popped some pills/and then O.D.'d/paramedics/failed to rescue me/they said "too late, we think he's dead"/my fans were all mislead/but I still miss you, Ben/Ben/they buried me at Forrest Lawn/without any of my child porn/Ben, my casket's made of gold/yet I'll still rot with mold/But I'll still dream of Ben.