The Subject Was f*ggots
and the quote was "ain't nothin' happenin' but f*ggots and dope"
f*ggots and dope, f*ggots and f*ggots and f*ggots who line dot dot dot dot dot
Like that, 34th street and 8th avenue
Giggling and grinning and prancing and sh**
Trying their best to see to see the misses and misery
and miscellaneous misfits who attend the f*ggot ball
f*ggots who have come to ball
f*ggots who have come to ball
f*ggots who were balling because they couldn't get their balls
inside the f*ggot hall
Balling, balling, ball-less f*ggots
cutie cootie and snoodie f*ggots
I mean you just had to dig it to dig it
the crowning attraction being the arrival of Ms Brooklyn
looking like a half-back in a mini-skirt
with swan feathers covering
his err hers a it's pectoral and balls
and he err she or it prepared to enter the f*ggot ball
but sitting on the corner digging all that I did as I did
long long, black limousines and long flowin' evening gowns
had there been no sign on the door saying "f*ggot ball"
I might have entered, and god only knows just what would've happened