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I love fags |
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'cause I am a San Franciscan. |
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If you're dissing on my homos |
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then this censure's what you're risking |
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(I'm insisting on containing my temper but listen up): |
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you shouldn't ought to be intolerant about who queers like to ****! |
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Queers like to ****. |
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Fags are great, they got hundreds of uses |
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you can see them on TV explaining what puce is. |
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Abstruse is the world but very simple is the homo: |
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he or she is anyone who's keen to do another one more so |
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than the opposite, follow? |
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Fags are great 'cause almost every single one swallows |
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or so I'm led to believe, lesbians also I've heard of, |
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not to mention non-gender-identified spivaks seekin' nerd love, |
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and I've spurned just about everything there is |
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'cause I was born here, and here's where I live. |
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Here I give you this advice: love a fag today |
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either up close and personally, or from far away. |
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See fags are gay, and gay's a good adjective. |
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It means like happy and high, but you had to just |
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shy me away from the topic of my fag-love. |
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Something maybe that you're lackin' in? Don't get mad just |
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'cause you don't have such a big heart as Frontalot |
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you could love fags too, you already think dykes are hot. |
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Why not come on down to the street fair, |
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asses in chaps plus rough trade to meet there, |
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some of whom been barebacking it in back alleys for years. |
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Yo I promise if you visit you could meet some queers |
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and if you love even just one, hooray! |
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If you don't, well I hope you enjoyed your stay |
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and I hope you go on your merry way |
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with the chorus of my song slowly turning you gay. |
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I love fags |
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'cause I am a San Franciscan. |
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If you're dissing on my homos |
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then this censure's what you're risking |
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(I'm insisting on containing my temper but listen up): |
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you shouldn't ought to be intolerant about who queers like to ****! |
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Queers like to ****. |
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And you don't love fags, this much is apparent. |
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You're having nightmares about them every time you get your hair cut; |
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you stare what you suspect could be a queer man |
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in the eye, in the mirror, enzymes coming out your fear gland. |
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He's got scissors near your eardrums |
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might lose your hearing you don't watch it with these queer ones! |
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And here comes your presidential cheerleader now |
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so disturbed by the marriages in my home town |
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that he's got to take the tip top law in the land down |
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scribble on it: "I hate homos, big bad frown." |
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Put it back up, be like "What? It's better! |
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Y'all were with me a second ago |
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when I said that marriage was threatened |
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and it was! Under siege by these villains. |
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Can you believe they wanted to gang up and have children? |
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There'd be an army of them, teeming and thronging |
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tempting every American to give in to forbidden longing |
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and I thought that they couldn't reproduce, that was their weakness! |
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Now what are we gonna do? They're gonna seek just |
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treatment under the law, damn it that's like saying |
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it's okay to be gay or a lesbian! Hey man, |
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you can not say that. Society would crumble and fall apart." |
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I'll think about that on the BART |
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gladdening every inch of the ride |
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to be on the way to the where I reside |
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not just a place where I keep my stuff |
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but the spot got plenty of the kind of person that I love. |
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I love fags |
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'cause I am a San Franciscan. |
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If you're dissing on my homos |
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then this censure's what you're risking |
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(I'm insisting on containing my temper but listen up): |
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you shouldn't ought to be intolerant about who queers like to ****! |
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Queers like to ****. |
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I love fags. Oh, oh, oh. |
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I love fags. Oh, oh, oh. |
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I love fags. Oh, oh, oh. |
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I love fags. Oh, oh, oh. |
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I love fags. Oh, oh, oh. |
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I love... |
