No sir!
You don’t look like a girl,.
I said no sir!
Even if your hair you do curl.
Keep away, sir!
From these impressionable kids,
There’s a coming day when the Lord will make you wish you ... never ... did.
We’re talking judgment,
No one lives to themself,
You can’t make it,
By dressing up like a miss,
It is your call,
If you repent or not,
But just don’t teach your crap to those tots!
It’ll be no fun to be standing where you are,
You can’t drive away in even the fastest car,
A millstone would have been a better choice,
Than leading them down this course!
Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?
With your long blond hair you look like a girl
Yeah, you look like a girl
You may be a boy, hey, you look like a girl
You’re either a girl or you come from Liverpool
Yeah, Liverpool
You can dog like a female monkey, but you swim like a stone
Yeah, a rolling stone
You may be a boy, hey, you look like a girl
Hey! Aw!
Hey!
You’re always wearing skin tight pants and boys wear pants
But in your skin tight pants you look like a girl
Yeah, you look like a girl
You may be a boy, hey, you look like a girl
Hey!
Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?
With your long blond hair you look like a girl
Yeah, you look like a girl
You may be a boy, hey, you look like a girl
Hey!
Yeah, you look like a girl, hey!
Yeah, you look like a girl, hey!
Yeah, you look like a girl, hey!
Yeah, you look like a girl, hey!
- The Barbarians, 1965
Anyway, these drag queens need to be worked over by enraged fathers wielding baseball bats.