Lyrics Promiscuous - Frank Zappa

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
And gave a fascinating lecture 'bout anal sex
Anal sex
Anal sex
Anal sex
Anal sex
He says it is not good for us
We just can′t be promiscuous
He′s just a doctor, he should know
It's the work of the devil
So girls, don′t blow!
Don't blow!
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
If Ron′s a trusting sort of guy
He trusts Ed Meese, I wonder why?
I wonder why?
Wonder why?
The A.M.A. has just got caught
For doin′ stuff they 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 we 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?
Have they been promiscuous?
Have they been promiscuous?
Have they been promiscuous?