It's the taste that makes him do it and he always does it right

He's a little piece of history 'cos his brain it ain't too tight

And his mumma, she's a bummer but she's really, really gear

And his poppa, he's a bopper with an empty crate of beer

And his brother, he's a lover and his sister is one too

I guess they don't know what Steven do.

Oh, Steven's got a poppy and it keeps him warm and tight

He keeps it down his trousers to protect him in a fight

He paints, it is a fetish, it ain't all that he can do

I guess he never watched the news

His eight-string is a lover and his six-string is one too

I guess they don't know what Steven do.

I guess he's almost handsome, I guess he's rather brave

I guess he got some evidence for living in caves

I know his little brother, I know he don't exist

I can always beat him on the army list

His Vashti is a lover, his hedgehog is one too

I guess they don't know what Steven do.

Oh, camels lack reality and camels lack a brain

I guess that ain't too true but there's a villa in Spain

He's got a kiosk fetish, an aspro in his glass

You know that Stevie never lives in the past

His headpiece is a kiosk, his wigwam bandit too

I guess they don't know what Stevie do.