This Big Old Queen Was Standing
On The Corner Of The Street
He Waved His Hanky At Me
As I Went Rolling By
I Pulled The Truck Up On The Sidewalk
And I Climbed Down From The Cab
With My Tire-chain And My Knife
As I Approached Him
He Was Trembling Like A Bird
I Raised The Chain Above My Head
He Said, "Please, Before You Kill Me
Might I Have One Final Word?"
And This Is What He Said:
"I Am But Half A Man,
Half A Man I'd Like To Be A Dancer
But I'm Much Too Large
Half A Man, Half A Man
I'm An Object For Your Pity
Not Your Rage"
Oh, The Strangest Feeling's Sweeping Over Me
Both My Speech And Manner Have Become Much More Refined
I Said, "Oh, What Is This Feeling?
What Is Wrong With Me?"
She Said, "Girl, It Happens All The Time "
And You Are Half A Man,
Half A Man Look,
You're Walking And You're Talking Like A Fag."
Half A Man,
I Am Half A Man Holy Jesus, What A Drag