Mamas stop telling your babies
About boogie men and vampires and lies
Tell them about the bad love man,
With the kind smiling eyes.
Oh, he's the sweet man
The friendly man who lives next door
Uncle Bernie who likes to wrestle
Grandpa who show's them they're special
Mamas tell your babies to run till they drop
To scream and push and tell them to stop
Tell your babies to trust no one with
Bedtime stories and solemn secrets
Mamas tell your babies the truth
The way you wish someone had told you
Rather they lose that blind trust
Then be victims of the bad love man's lust
Better they be afraid, better they be safe
Than told to hush up,
or the family's disgraced
