Having a variety of sex partners should be cause for
celebration, not derision. We reclaim the word -- it's what we wanted to be
when we grew up!
The older that I get
the less I want to
settle down
The older that I get
the more I want to get around
I wanna live for pleasure
I wanna live for fun
So many lonely guys
I want to sleep with every one
I'm gonna be a slut
I used to
be a Christian
I was shy and insecure
But I spread my legs and dumped
the Lord
and now I know for sure
I wanna live a long life
Be
older than King Tut
'cause I got lots of condoms
and they're going up
your (my) butt
A tribute to the beautiful men we've met in the
country America takes for granted.
Every time I go north of the
border
Boy after boy always wins me over
I'm going to Manada
The weather's cold
But the guys are hot
I don't care if it snows a
lot
I'll snuggle up with the boy I got
in Manada
From
Newfoundland
to Vancouver Island
From Edmonton to the Breton
Highlands
It's different from the USA
I'm not sure that I could
stay
But I know I'll find my way
to Macada
There's Scott in
HaliFax
Benjamin in Medicine Hat
There's Laurent in Montreal
In
Manada, I want them all I'm going to Manada
PRETTY BOY (WHAT'S YOUR NAME?)
If you look on Depeche Mode's first album, the title
listed for this song is "What's your name". It's true title would have begged
too many questions, nut hey, they're not gay, just british!
Sometimes watch you walk down the street
I fair drive
Sometimes I can
feel you in the air
Looking good, nor you would
All the time I
understood
Hey you're such a pretty boy
So pretty
Everybody seems to look in your way now
(Everybody seems to look your
way)
Everybody wants to know your name
(Hey, hey, what's your
name?)
Feeling right, just tonight
Didn't say you're outer side
Hey you're such a pretty boy
So pretty
All the boys we got to
get together
All the boys together we can sing
We can go, never
know
All the things we need to show
Hey you're such a pretty
boy
So pretty
A tragic hairstyle. Also known as the mullet, stillby,
shlong, ape drape, SFLB. But don't feel too superior -- somewhere there are
pictures of your equally embarrasing long lost do's!
It's such a
problem
It's got me in despair
He's such a sweetheart
But he's got
hockey hair
Cut short on top
Long in back, he lets it fall
A
neck-warmer haircut
You can get at any mall
People giggle and stop
and stare
And it's not like he's unaware
But he plays hockey so he
don't care
Now I'm stuck with a boy with hockey hair
He's a wicked
lover
He fill me with delight
He'll turn a bedroom hat trick
Three
times in one night
But he won't change his hairstyle
No matter how
I try
Though I know he loves me
His first love is the ice
I'd
love to sit him in a barber chair
But know I don't have a prayer
cause
he plays hockey so he don't care
Now I'm stuck with a boy with hockey
hair
I don't tell him what clothes to wear
I'd simly rather see
him bare
But he plays hockey so he don't care
Now I'm stuck with a boy
with hockey hair
A song about being attracted to androgynous
long-haired metal dudes. God forbid. As girlish as they look, they'd never
sleep with men... or would they?
I saw him at Guitar Center
He
didn't look like a ten-percenter
He was picking up picks and strings
I
was into picking up other things
He was a hesher, a hairshaker
Looked to me like a mattress breaker
When he followed me out of the
store
I knew he wanted more, more, more
He's my headbanger boy
My heavy metal toy
With a haircut like a girl
He's got me in a
whirl
Headbanger
He turned on his cd player
Did I prefer
Metallica or Slayer?
I said, "Whatever will get you hot"
By the second
song our clothes were off
His fat boner bobbing up and down
Playing air guitar as he danced around
He pounced on me and said, "Let's do
it"
He knew what he wanted when we got down to it
He's my
headbanger boy
My heavy metal toy
With his studs and leather bands
He's got me in his hands
Headbanger, headbanger
I can't believe
I'm his first ever guy
The way he left me drained and dry
Then he led
me to the door
His girlfriend was coming home at 4
He's my
headbanger boy
My heavy metal toy
He wants to see me again
When his
girlfriend leaves at 10
Headbanger, headbanger
We transform this metal tune into an anti-cop,
anti-sodomy law anthem. Check out Judas Priest vocalist Rob Halford's
motorcycle leatherman's routine and then tell us he's not a big ol'
queen!
The biggest scoundrels are consistently the biggest
flagwavers.
Politicians passing laws
Sink their fangs in, sink
their claws
Seems so strange that they should care
If you stick a dick
op there
Your asshole is political
Your asshole is political
Your
asshole is political
Your asshole is political
Right-wing
Christians, they don't care
Trying to keep the people scared
And it's
your ass they're gonna trash
When they need to raise more cash
Your
asshole is political
Your asshole is political
Your asshole is
political
Your asshole is political
Asshole
Asshole
Asshole
Asshole
A queer reworking of a dandy song. Originally released
on "Here Comes The Summer," an Undertones tribute album on Munster
Records.
Written as an antidote to the hype and hysteria
surrounding this hellish Hallmark holiday
I set the table just
right
The room is dark except for candlelight
I spent hours making the
sauce
Bought the wine, didn't care what it costs
It's gonna be a
special date
A day to celebrate
But I think I'd have more fun
If I
was cooking for more than one
I guess Cupid's got bad aim
'cause
every year's the same
Another day to feel forgotten
Another occasion to
make you feel rotten
The day's a riot of pink and red
But I'm
alone in my double bed
I deserve a consolation award
Another
Valentine's Day with no reward
Shiny heart-shaped balloons
Are
sentimental, tacky and crude
I don't want flowers anyway
I just want a
guy who'll stay
When you're a failure at the chase
No prize for the
second runner-up
I want to drink champagne fromn the winner's cup
A heavy remake of a song from our "Wish..." album
shows the evolving PD sound
Hope springs eternal
But boys
spring infernal
Had high hopes
It lasted just a couple of gropes
Scraps and crumbs
Are all that's been on my plate
My box of condoms
Is past its expiration date
Macho men and catty queens
and
precious little inbetween
Cute guy I got to meet
Another drug
tragedy
I'm a reliable guy
In a city of flakes
My box of
condoms
Is past its expiration date
Trying to find my own
niche
Accomplishing nearly zilch
Do I give in and conform?
Suck up
to the norm?
I can't relate
This box of condoms
Is past its
expiration date
THE SUMMER YOU LET YOUR HAIR GROW OUT (acoustic)
A breezier and more relaxed remake
The
summer you let your hair grow out
Hope hung heavy in the air
The summer
you let your hair grow out
I thought you and me could get somewhere
Working on that big department store
Wishing we could spend our days
outside
Taking our breaks at the same time
It felt like more that
friendship was on the line
Talking for hours upon end
I was
someone you could relate to
Daily you were dripping king size clues
You
had me going, I was going hard for you
Flirting till I could not
resist
I made the move I'd so long wanted to
But finally, you were just
a tease
You led me on but wouldn't follow through
The summer you
let your hair grow out
Hope hung heavy in the air
The summer you let
your hair grow out
I thought you and me could get somewhere
Fer sure, a pop gem from the valley
In which we alter the (possibly anti-gay) tone of the
song redeploying it from a queer vantage point.
There's a house on
my street
And it looks real neat
I'm the chap who lives in it
There's a tree on the sidewalk
There's a car by the door
I'll go for a
drive in it
I just have burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit
my leg
My teenage boyfriend ran away
? isn't gay
And it would be
O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day
Throw
down the morning papers
And spill my tea
I don't know what's wrong with
me
The cups and plates are in a conspiracy
I just have burned the
scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage boyfriend ran
away
? isn't gay
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would
be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And
it would be O.K. on any other day
NEGATIVE QUEEN (Stripped bare)
An accapella version of an early favorite. Gay or
straight, you probably know someone like this (being gay helps).
He thinks he's Oscar Wilde, but he's Paul Lynde
Can't say anything good
about anything
He flips his cigarette with disdain
You've failed to
live up to his standards again
He's a negative queen, he's a negative
queen
He reads all the latest magazines
He's quick to follow, but
thinks he's in the lead
He was there and you weren't
You're out of it,
you're not current
He's a negative queen, he's a negative queen
He
drips disdain, he's lacking tact
He's popular in a scene
Where being
nice is a radical act
Everything's got to be just so
If it's not,
he'll let you know
Don't put up posters on Castro Street
He'll rip them
down so he can shop in peace
He's a negative queen, he's a negative
queen
He struts into a bar with swagger
Stumbles out later with a
stagger
Spent half his life in a bar
Now he looks so haggard
No
sympathy for a braggart
Everything's got to be just so
If it's
not, he'll let you now
Darling, you simply haven't lived
Unless you've
lived like him
He's a negative queen, he's a negative queen
We've stripped off the superfluous layers of over
production to reveal this great KISS nugget underneath.
Ahh
My
leathers fit tight around me
My whip is always beside me
You want the
same thing every day
I'll teach you love a different way
You'll learn
to love me and my sweet pain
My love will drive you insane
Sweet
pain, my love will drive you insane
And pain has got its reason
And if you don't stop your teasin', baby
I'm gonna show you now
You'll
get your lovin' anyhow, anyhow
And you'll get to love me and my sweet
pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain, my love will
drive you insane
Ahh, you get to love me any way I say
Ahh, you
get to love me and my sweet pain
Oh
Pain has got it's reason
You find it pleasin', yes you do, yes you do
And I'm gonna show you now
You'll get to love it anyhow, anyhow and
You'll get to love me and my sweet
pain
My love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain, my love will
drive you insane
Sweet pain my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain my
love will drive you insane
Ahh, sweet pain (sweet pain) my love will drive
you insane
Sweet pain (sweet pain) my love will drive you insane
Sweet
pain (sweet pain) my love will drive you insane
Sweet pain (sweet pain) my
love will drive you insane
We heard this song and realised we were hearing our
lives described to us. "Just grab your shit and get out of here, punk ass
bitch!"
A 15-second song of declaration that's just as long as
it needs to be.
During the ending, Chris sprayed the audience with
Silly String and Jon made out with a gorgeous boy. We like playing this
one
I've never been in anything like this before
We take off
our clothes before we're in the door
Eight hours of work is especially
tough
When three times a day is barely enough
I got the
carrot,
You got the stick
You start to nibble
I start to lick
And we get our bodies all hot
And sweaty and runny
Then we fuck like
bunnies
Showing up early catches me off guard
Hearing your knock
on my door gets me hard
You drive me rough like a pick-up truck
It's a
never-ending nonstop boy fuck
I got the carrot,
You got the
stick
You start to nibble
I start to lick
And we get our bodies all
hot
And sweaty and runny
Then we fuck like bunnies
It's been
days and days since I've seen my friends
Burning the candle with you at
both ends
We might burn out like a supernova
But for the moment, please
roll over
I got the carrot,
You got the stick
You start to
nibble
I start to lick
And we get our bodies all hot
And sweaty and
runny
Then we fuck like bunnies
Translation by Franck Battelli. We can't speak French,
but we did our best!
.The first demo of the first song written for Pansy
Division, January 1991.
I don't like macho, put it away
Doesn't appeal to me, straight or gay
But I know a boy who catches my
eye
He don't act tough, why should he try?
He's a fem in a black
leather jacket
He's a gem in a black leather jacket
He's a fem in a
black leather jacket
And I wanna take him home with me
With his
long long hair and pouty lips
Cute little butt and sexy hips
The way he
moves has me inspired
He's the boy that I require
He's a fem in a
black leather jacket
He's a gem in a black leather jacket
He's a fem in
a black leather jacket
And I wanna take him home with me
Fem fem,
fem fem femmy
He looks as good in a skirt as he does in jeans
He
is a most notorious queen
(With) his personality I'm not impressed
But
I can't wait to get him undressed
He's a fem in a black leather
jacket
He's a gem in a black leather jacket
He's a fem in a black
leather jacket
And I wanna take him home with me
He's a fem in a
black leather jacket
He's a gem in a black leather jacket
He's a fem in
a black leather jacket
And I wanna take him home with me
And I'm
gonna take him home with me!
Another song from our first demo tape. Some things
change, some remain unchanged.
I met a cute guy in a gallery
I
looked at him and he smiled at me
We started talking and I was
impressed
He was smart and sweet and confident
Just as I was thanking
my good luck
That was the moment reality struck
He bid me goodbye and
quickly fled
Back to the safety of his girlfriend
And that's the
story so far
That's the story so far
Well I was hangin' out at
that old queer bar
The only one in my home town
Looking around, didn't
find much to choose
Feeling the I-can't-get-laid blues
But as I was
leaving the doorman smiled
He was a honey so I stopped for a while
We
hit it off, but oh, cruel fate
He was the only guy in the place that was
straight
And that's the story so far
That's the story so far
This is the part that I can't stand
Falling for an attractive man
Who's great but often straight
This is the part I hate
But one in ten
still means a lot of them
But so many are wrapped up in silly trends
That I despise and make me roll my eyes
That I despise and make me
roll my eyes
Is this my community...
Sometimes I want to mutiny
Walking down the street
So many guys I want to meet
And it makes
me smile
But it might take a long while
To find that cutie
With
both brains and beauty
So I'll keep the faith
But for now I wait
And that's the story, that's the story. that's the story of my life
That's the story, that's the story, that's the story of my life
That's the
story, that's the story. that's the story...
So far...
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