Lyrics Queer Things - Ruth Wallis

Queer Things

We got married in the spring
To prove it here’s my wedding ring
I always think of my blushing groom
Whenever I see the pansies bloom
Oh no
Say it cannot be
Queer things are happening to me
A groom should bring his bride some joy
A boy’s supposed to be a boy
I told him about the birds and bees
But he still wears those pink Shimmies
Oh no
Say it cannot be
Queer things are happening to me
His hair is curly as can be
He uses curlers just like me
When I find lipstick on his tie
He says there’s no other woman, so it must be a guy
Oh no
Que’l Tragedy
Queer things are happening to me
He’s so big and he’s so strong
I can’t figure out where he went wrong
He must have got caught right in between
His name is Chris it ought to be Christine
Oh no
Say it cannot be
Queer things are happening to me
He’s never been to Gay Paris
But he’s as gay as he can be
His friends are sweet, they’re queer as Band
They’re turning my home into a fairy land
Oh no
Oh what a tragedy
Queer things are happening to me
We went one night to a masquerade
And I dressed up like a parlour maid
Everyone knew it was me right away
But no one knew he was the Queen of the Mae
Oh no
Woodman spare that tree
Queer things are happening to me
Whenever we’d go out to dine
I’d buy him Pheasant and Apricot wine
But he says «no», what can I do?
He doesn’t wanna try anything that’s new
Oh no
Say it cannot be
Queer things are happening to me
While I was walking down the aisle
His friends all stood around and smiled
I found out why and it hurts my pride
They knew he liked the best man better than the bride
Oh no
No it cannot be
Queer things are happening to me
We have decided it cannot be
I’m not for him and he’s not for me
He can do what he wants and I’ll do what I can
But the both of us
Have gotta get a man