Everybody's just a
little bit homosexual
Whether they like it or not
Everybody feels a little bit
of love for the boys
Even if they almost forgot
Everybody goes a little bit sweet -hearted
For a poor, freckled, sun -faced lad
You'll give them a little bit to your soul
Like a girl that's never been had
Now everybody, everybody,
everybody knows
How thrilling a kiss can be
Right on the mouth, no thought, no doubt
From that singing boy from
Tennessee
Everybody knows what
it is to fall in love
With a football hero bold
But so everybody's thoughts
never do get lost,
God remembers when you're
growing old.
Everybody's born just a little bit gay,
a little bit hairy and a dog.
Everybody's born a lordly king of
may and a little bit even of a hog.
So if you can't get with your natural human
and don't want no part queer,
You line yourself up against the wall with
your ghosts and shoot to kill your fear
You can empty your revolver in any woman's
cunt or any man's mouth you despise
You can call whore names or play fairy
games like gouging out
Vietnamese eyes
But you'll never get laid by a lady or a maid
who won't be scared of your thighs
No, you'll never get laid,
but with money you've paid
To buy off your woman with lies
No, you'll never get laid and
see freely displayed
The goddess that comes in disguise
So if you're in trouble and you
don't like your double
Why don't you come see me
I'll take you by the hand, and love you through the land,
an d ease your tender misery.