Oh Tranny Boy,
The pipes, the pipes are changing
From out to in, puffed bosom's big and wide
The voice grows high,
The body's rearranging
Now this n' that
Must all be tucked inside.
..

So, go ye back,
More surg'ry for ye, lad, oh
Until the valley's sliced,
And hormones glow..
Could take a year,
Till buns shine, and no nads show
But Tranny Boy, Oh Tranny Boy,
You'll love it so...

Soon comes the time
That your male parts stop flying
When willy's dead, and dead he sure will be
Your beau will find
These new parts you've been buying
No more pretend,
Real love will come to thee..

So, go ye back
More surg'ry must be had, oh,
Till your old valley's hushed,
New organs grow..
Might take a year,
Till buns shine, and no nads show
Then, Tranny Boy, oh Tranny Boy
You'll love it so..

Yes, Tranny Boy, oh Tranny Boy
You'll love it so...