Screeching Weasel - I Wanna Be A Homos**ual lyrics

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.