Growing up I had an older brother, I always looked up to him like no other
But ever since we were kids I knew, something about him just didn't ring true
When we got older I found a stack of dirty magazines under his bed
He read them for the articles, at least that's what he said
So I told him, brother, tell me the truth and don't pull no tricks
Tell me why all your dirty magazines have pictures of females with dicks
Something isn't right here
One day I stumbled on a secret stash under his bed, a pile of trash
Magazines were ladies quite the mix, but each one of them had something that don't clear
How do they all have dicks
When we got older I found a stack of dirty magazines under his bed
He read them for the articles, at least that's what he said
So I told him, brother, tell me the truth and don't pull no tricks
Tell me why all your dirty magazines have pictures of females with dicks
Something isn't right here
He turned red and he started to stutter, tried to explain but it was just a mutter
Just for the stories he began to plead, but I had a laugh that was plain to see
He's a queer
When we got older I found a stack of dirty magazines under his bed
He read them for the articles, at least that's what he said
So I told him, brother, tell me the truth and don't pull no tricks
Tell me why all your dirty magazines have pictures of females with dicks
Something isn't right here
We both grew up and went our own ways, but he's still single and he'll probably stay
Cause no matter what he says, everyone knows he's gay