Prince Johnny, you’re kind but you’re not simple
By now I think I know the difference
You wanna be a son of someone
Remember the time we went and snorted
That piece of the Berlin wall that you’d extorted
And we had such a laugh of it
Prostrate on my carpet

You traced the Andes with your index
And bragged when and where and who
You’re gonna bed next
Always sons of someones
Always sons of someones

Saw you pray to all
To make you a real boy
Saw you pray to all
To make you a real boy

Prince Johnny, you’re kind but do be careful
By now I know just when to stamp here
When all your friends and acolytes
Holding court in bathroom stalls

When you pray to all
To make you a real boy
Saw you pray to all
To make you a real boy

But honey don’t mistake my affection
For another spittin’-penny-style redemption
Cause we’re all sons of someones
We’re all sons of someones
I’ll mean more than I mean to you
I’ll mean more than I meant to him

So I pray to all
To make me a real girl
So I pray to all
To make me a real girl
So I pray to all
All
All
All