Todd Rundgren - You Don't Have To Camp Around Lyrics

Daddy don't like it but Mommy still wonders, sweet boy
But you're allowed to try it and I point no fingers, sweet boy
But I'm still wonderin' what it means, boy
You hold your wrist so limply, you don't have to camp around

Save all your money, go confess on Sunday, sweet boy
And you get your copy of Honey, back on the street by Monday, sweet boy
But tell me where does that leave, boy
Save the satin undies, don't pluck out your eyebrows
Stow the mincey lisping, you don't have to camp around