Pussy Tourette Lyrics
"I Think He's Gay"

I hope he's not a fag
I hope he's not a drag queen
I hope he's not a queer
I hope he's not a Ms. Thing

Although I have to say
That with each passing day
I have a few more doubts
I think he's gay

He drives a Karmann Ghia
With pink interior
Has such lovely taste
It makes mine seem inferior

In the hottest weather
He wears pants of leather
With a cap to match
I think he's gay

Oh, if I only had the chance
I'd be his lovely girl
And if I only had the chance
I know we'd dance and twirl
But he'd much rather swim to France
Than have to kiss a girl

If I had muscles and a tan
A face like Superman
With something in my jeans
Well, then he'd probably marry me

He speaks of Jane Russell
And how he loves The Hustle
Talks like Liberace
Walks like Wilma Flintstone

Though it sounds far-fetched
But when we're playing catch
His wrists seem unattached
Why do his clothes all match?
Why won't he touch my snatch?
I think he's gay