| Uh oh, yeah
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| Uh oh, yeah oh
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| Uh oh, yeah
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| Uh oh
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| I wear women’s underwear
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| And then I go to strike a pose in my full-length mirror
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| I cross my legs just like a queer
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| But my libido is strong when a lady is near, ya
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| What defines a straight man’s straight?
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| Is it the boxer in the briefs or a twelve ounce steak?
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| I tell you what a women loves most
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| It’s a man who can slap but can also stroke
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| Goin' in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it’s naked
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| It’s verbatim and it’s shakin'
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no more getting elated
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| No more listless invitations
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| I live by a hospital
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| And every day I go out walking past its sickly windows
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| I see people dying there
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| But my tender age makes it hard to care
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| Incinerator and a big smoke stack
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| It’s a phallic symbol and it makes me laugh
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| All I need is a heart attack
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| C’mon, humble my bones with a cardiac
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| Goin' in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it’s naked
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| It’s verbatim and it’s shakin'
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no more getting elated
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| No more listless invitations
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| For the love of fuck
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| For the sake of Pete
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| Did you ever really think you’d love a guy like me?
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| I am the rooster in the morning
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| I’m the cock of the day
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| I’m the boxer in the briefs
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| I’m a twelve-ounce steak
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| Eh-oh eh-oh eh-oh eh-oh
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| Yabo yabo yabo yabo yabo
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| It’s verbatim
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| And ya, and it’s naked
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| And ya, and it’s shakin'
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| It shakes, shakes shakes
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| Uh oh, yeah
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| Uh oh, yeah oh
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| Uh oh, yeah
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| Uh oh, yeah oh
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| Uh oh, yeah
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| Uh oh, yeah oh
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| Uh oh, yeah |