Bob Thiele - The Subject Was Faggots lyrics

We'd like to do a poem... if I can find it Called "The subject was f*ggots" Because it came up one night When I caught myself going to a dance Going to a dance that was being held on 34th street 8th avenue I'm sure you're all aware, what famous dance houses they have there And I was standing outside, not being cool huh Trying to find out who was going to go in, that I'd figure I'd be able to talk to And they were holding a f*ggot ball in the next half of the building So I got kinda confused and I had to sit down to write this poem The subject was f*ggots And the quote was: Ain't nothing happening but f*ggots and dope f*ggots and dope f*ggots and f*ggots and f*ggots Who lying Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot Like that 34th street and 8th avenue Giggling and grinning and prancing and sh** Trying their best to see the Misses and miseries and miscellaneous misfits Who were just about to attend the f*ggot ball f*ggots who had come to ball f*ggots who had come to ball f*ggots who were balling Because they could not get their balls inside the f*ggot hall Balling, balling, ball-less, f*ggots Cutie, cootie and snootie f*ggots I mean you just had to dig it To dig it The crowning attraction being the arrival Of Miss Brooklyn Looking like a half-act in a miniskirt With swan feathers covering his or her, uh, its pectorals and balls As she, uh, he, uh, 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, flowing 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 have happened The subject was f*ggots I'm glad you made it Charlie, I'm glad you made it