Hey, this song is for Marilyn and every drag queen... 



Oh brother, it's not like the past

We were 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'll never 

be free

I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'? 



No more crying

No more trying

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'?