There's always an ugly tru-uth, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Yes, buddy, ev'ryone has a ru-u-use, ah-ah-ah, na-na-na-na-na-ah-ah-ah (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
An elaborate method to foo-oo-ool, whoa-ooh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
The world so-o that they'll never learn what they feel's uncool, uh-huh-uh (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh, trust me, I'm never the ki-ind of douche to pry-y (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I don't care who prefers to o-only dress in ties, tie-ie-ie-ie-ies (ah-ah-ah-ah)
I'm just simply shocked ev'rybody around here still tries to hi-ide (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Their pink ostrich fetish when their nei-eighbour loves eatin' yam frie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ies

Why hide it? E-Ev'ry-yo-one's kind of nuts
There shouldn't be a-anythin' wrong
With what they all think is their true-ue sha-ame
Don't wanna be ru-ude, ma-a-a-a-ate
But you're bein' pansies, hidin' in your pantry
Your humongous secret stash of packin' peanuts
Used as foo-ood, ma-ate (whoopty doo)?
Shouldn't hide your true-ue sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-ame (crazy, you ain't gotta hide it, yeah, man, hey)

I cannot see why you can't let your friend know you wear scarves all summe-er (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh-ooh-ooh, cause he loves to slather golden syrup and honey on his nethe-ers, yeah-heah-eah-heah-eah (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Crazy, mate, crazy, mate, ev'rybody is, nobody's bette-er, uh (ah-ah-ah-ah)
So-o-o-ome folks li-ike late-ex and o-othe-ers go lea-eathe-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-er (ah-ah-ah-ah)
None of this is stuff we-e shou-ould kee-eep locked insi-i-ide (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Why should a love of du-u-u-u-ucks be so-o-omethin' one should hi-ide, ri-i-i-i-i-ight (ah-ah-ah-ah)?
So just because that lady over there has a deep like for bi-ikes, oh-oh, yeah, jerk (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
A-And whe-en I say "like" I mean that way, still shouldn't be-e shunned, ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ight?

Cause who cares? E-Ev'ry-yo-one's kind of nu-uts (nuts, oh-oh)
So I don't see a-anythin' wrong (not ri-i-i-i-ight) (see-ee anythin' wro-o-ong)
With what some folks think is their true-ue sha-ame (it's their true-ue sha-ame)
And not to be ru-ude, ma-a-a-a-ate (oh-oh, ee-yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah)
You're a bunch of wussies (oh), so what, you play footsie (foo-ootsie-ie)
With your neighbour's cousin (cousi-in)? That should mean flat nothin' (je-erk)
It's plain i-insa-ane (it should stop) (bu-uddy-y, it's the tru-u-uth, plain)
Shouldn't hide your true-ue sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-ame (no matter what it is, prick, yeah, h-h-hate that bullshit)

Throws dates at kitties, juggles liver, hats for dinner (uh)
Buddy, nothin's wrong with makin' shorts from litter
Nipple tethers, all toes measured, soup can keeper, naughty peeper
All these things should never ever be judged, those who do are weaker (uh)
That dude sniffs Manolos (woo), that girl holds a nexus (ah)
It's some kinda black hole somehow lodged inside her nethers (haha)
I can rattle off 'bout a dozen secrets, cause
My deep secret is a love of learnin' 'bout their secrets, bud (uh, m-m-may sound stupid)

The truth is e-ev'ry-yo-one's kind of nuts (bro-oo-oo-oo)
Thus there isn't a-anythin' wrong (ma-ate)
With what people think is their true-ue sha-ame (true-ue sha-ame, ma-a-a-a-a-a-ate)
I hate to be ru-ude, ma-a-a-a-ate (buddy-y)
But you're just a coward (that's ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-ight), if you whine and cower
At me droppin' secrets (yeah) of you all in sequence
But it's true-ue, ma-ate
You don't need these true-ue sha-a-a-a-a-a-a-ames