Hey, this song is for Marilyn and every drag queen 

Oh brother, it's not like the past 
We're wearing stilettos and talking too fast 
Passing the mirror hung up in pose 
The boys they were fairest in immaculate clothes 

Lunch with Janet Street Porter and Marilyn's nose 
But this life is a baby, so sad when it grows 
Into you and me, ah, what the hell we're gonna be? 

Where will we go and what will we be? 
If we can't communicate intelligently 
There's a price on my head but I've never been free 
I said, "'How d'ya keep your credibility?" 

Please, no more dying 
I just wanna be free 

I'm taking the trouble right to your door 
Why'd you do it, you bastard? Don't love you no more 
Sinners beside me, saints on the right 
And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight 

C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight 
If you feel insecure, well, just turn off the light 

Where will we go and what will we be? 
If we can't communicate intelligently 
There's a price on my head but I've never been free 
I said, "'How d'ya keep your credibility?" 
I said, "'How d'ya keep your credibility?"