Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Subject Was Faggots, artist - Gil Scott-Heron. Date of issue: 31.01.1970
Song language: English
The Subject Was Faggots |
| The Subject Was Faggots |
| and the «e was «ain't nothin' happenin' but faggots and dope» |
| Faggots and dope, faggots and faggots and faggots who line dot dot dot dot dot |
| Like that, 34th street and 8th avenue |
| Giggling and grinning and prancing and shit |
| Trying their best to see to see the misses and misery |
| and miscellaneous misfits who attend the faggot ball |
| faggots who have come to ball |
| faggots who have come to ball |
| faggots who were balling because they couldn’t get their balls |
| inside the faggot hall |
| Balling, balling, ball-less faggots |
| cutie cootie and snoodie faggots |
| I mean you just had to dig it to dig it |
| the crowning attraction being the arrival of Ms Brooklyn |
| looking like a half-back in a mini-skirt |
| with swan feathers covering |
| his err hers a it’s pectoral and balls |
| and he err she or it prepared to enter the faggot ball |
| but sitting on the corner digging all that I did as I did |
| long long, black limousines and long flowin' evening gowns |
| had there been no sign on the door saying «faggot ball» |
| I might have entered, and god only knows just what would’ve happened |