[Verse 1]
What a fucked up world
Or is it my fucked up head?
The only way you are cool
Is if you're gay or dead
[Chorus]
Straight, normal, hetero guy
Normal, hetero, straight guy
[Verse 2]
I never get any chicks
But it's better than a gun
Or a dick in the mouth
Is there any place to be for
A normal straight guy like me?
[Chorus]
Straight, normal, hetero guy
Normal, hetero, straight guy
[Bridge]
Maybe I should pierce my butt
Or get a few tattoos
Maybe I should wear a dress
And be a homo like you
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Straight, normal, hetero guy
Normal, hetero, straight guy
[Outro]
Yeah, that's right
I'm a straight, normal, girl fuckin'
Coffee drinkin'
Titty suckin'
Cigarette smokin'
Seal killin'
Red neck ass bastard from hell
In 1995, Karl Alvarez called this song “staggeringly uncommercial”:
I think there’s some staggeringly uncommercial songs on this record–songs like “Uncle Critic” and “Hetero,” which don’t fit into the cutesy-pie-punk routine that the radio’s so enamored with right now.