He was milled with a file
And the tube was excised
And a poon put in place so that he’s now disguys’d [sic]—
Then no bone is revealed, but a vault cavity,
’cause he’s balls-razed, a woman, now she.

He’s been cleaved for new love,
He’s dame slough, a beav new,
He’s desacked, that’s the truth—
He’d set out to achieve “Sue.”
Now he’s gained a new quiver where dongs will soon be.
When it heals—a new sheath,
’cause he’s balls-razed, a woman, now she.

So, he has got a new self;
Like a dame he will walk,
Will give head when it’s time.
Oh, when he first will put out,
Some guy will put it in;
He has changed. . .is now gyn’d.

Now “she”’s gone to the store—
A new wardrobe she’s needin’.
Docs had carefully cut him
But stanched all the bleedin’.
She says, “Bring on a dress,
A nice worsted for me,
And please, call me ‘herself,’
’cause I’m balls-razed, a woman once he!”

So, she is spending her pelf
On dame duds in the shop,
Getting threads so sublime.
So, she puts rouge on her mouth,
A gloss she’s putting
On lips, changed her togs kind.

She finds that the shoes bind—
Wearing high heels is cruel,
So some pumps she then seizes
And they look real cool.
Now the man be evicted,
Gone from her body.
She’s got plenty to do
And it all is so new,
’cause she’s balls-razed, a woman once he.