There’s a glam man dressed in gladrags,
Livin’ in a drag neighborhood.
He’s got some stitches made in fabric by the yard—
You know, I think he looks pretty good,
Like a fine woman, who looks bitchin’. . .
Queenin’ he now in a frock.
You could look and him and think: a darling,
But there’s a member hanging at six o’clock.

Oh, and ain’t that De La Renta on him I see?
Ain’t that De La Renta; that outfit’s really tasteful.
Ain’t that De La Renta?
Pretty pink blouses for dude as she.

Well now, this young man wears no T-shirt;
That isn’t his habilitation.
He’s got she-sy flair, she-sy style;
He’s got Lord…Taylor prestidigitation.
He goes to Nordstrom’s to buy Prada:
Boys’ department—he ain’t resident.
Gets many things off the shelf,
Like Old Navy Jeans;
Soon lots of dough he’s spent.

Oh, but ain’t that a Saint Laurent on him I see?
Ain’t that a Saint Laurent; for that outfit he’s grateful.
Ain’t that a Saint Laurent?
Pretty pink blouses—he’s viewed as she.

Well, some people dress like people
Who’re an antipode-pode-pode.
He’s just one of those guys tries
Imitation; clowns ’round and gulls us. . .sex that’s faux’d,
Oh yeah.
Just a dickster dragged as coozer,
And that ain’t no big deal.
Just a think-girl man playin’ lady for the thrill;
The twill will be nil, but mill[inery]!!

Whoa! that Balenciaga on him I see?
That’s Balenciaga; in that outfit he’s lady.
That’s Balenciaga—
Dig for pink. . .found this!! The dude fooled me!