Mama, dear Mama, I have something important to say

Yes, I know you didn't plan for me turning out this way

Well, you didn't fail me, Mama, and I don't love you any less

'Cause for me, it's just a matter of what suits me best

Well, I know it's hard for you to take and it's nothing you would brag

When your firstborn turns out to be a—

Now, Papa, Papa, did I spoil your dreams?

I know you wanted to see me marching in the Marines

Oh, but that won't prove my manhood, as it didn't prove yours

'Cause I went and talked to that landlord while you stood behind the door

Well, I hear, I hear you calling me crazy, but I think it's out of fear

'Cause you're not so sure that you aren't—

Now, brother, hey, little brother, tell me what you gonna do

If everything that has happened to me someday happens to you?

Will you try to grin and bear it? Will you hate yourself inside?

Or will you walk with me in the sunshine?

Said I feel that the sun's gonna shine and we won't have to hide

For there are all kinds of people who happen to be this way

And there's really nothing wrong with being

Oh, the way you choose to, yeah

Nothing wrong with being

I tell you, it's okay

Nothing wrong with being gay