I've got a little lisp, and I've been working on my limp wrist.
Women are a drag, I think I wanna be a f*ggot, man.
A mincing ninny, prancing fairy, merry little queen.
A Bruce Labruce wet dream, a Nancy Boy with wings.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be
Shock the middle cla**, take it up your punk rock a**.
You rub your little thing, when you see phony dykes in Penthouse magazine.
So what's the difference Mr. Cream Rinse, yuo just need a man.
A beefy leather f*g, to take you out in drag oh yeah.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be
Call me a f*ggot, call me a bu*t loving, fudge packing queer.
But I don't care 'cause it's the straight in straight-edge,
that makes me wanan drink a beer and be a pansy, and be a h*mo.
Shock the middle cla**, take it up your punk rock a**.
You rub your puny thing, when you see studs with tight jeans pa** you on the street.
Who wears short shorts? You wear short shorts.
You're so full of sh**
Why don't you admit that you don't have the balls to be a queer.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a h*mos**ual.
I wanna be a h*mos**ual.