I'll tell you now the story of a friend of mine

A small town boy named 'Saint Divine'

At his red flamed hair they would laugh and stare

As he searched in vain for friends to find

His mother, father and brother too...

They told him "...we don't see the world like you..."

So he blew a kiss, he waved bye bye

For love... it don't live here 



"All the tears he holds inside... he gotta go away

...are the tears he must hide..."

Looking for love... 



So he goes to a big and bright city

Where friends ecstatic are never cruel

Forgets the clouds grabs the silver lining

The lipstick boy can boogaloo

and life is just one crazy ball

'cause down at King Tut Tuts he knows them all

but the queen is still a queer

and love... it don't live here. 



"All the tears he holds inside... he gotta go away

...are the tears he must hide...Looking for.

Looking for love...

All the love he fails to find...he gotta go away

...will his dreams run out of time?...Looking for,

Looking for love..." 



Saint Saint Divine How you wear the woman 



What one calls a sinner another will a Saint

Who is to say what is right from wrong

It's Friday night! It's time to party

The sacred cow can 'bang-a-gong'

Sing you sinners, dance you Saints

Anyway your body 'n' souls inclined.

Laugh you lovers at those who hate

in each an Adam and Eve entwined...