The Subject Was Faggots

Lyrics

[Intro] We'd like to do a poem... if I can find it, a-heh Called "The subject was faggots" {*laughs*} Wait a minute... yeah... yeah If Charlie's arms can hold out, then we'll do that... Because it came up one night When I caught myself going to a dance, heh... Going to a dance, that was being held on 34th Street & 8th Avenue I'm sure you're all aware what famous, um... What famous, um... dance houses they have there And I was standing outside, you know, "being cool," haha Trying to find out who was going to go in, you know That I'd figure I'd be able to talk to And they were holding a Faggot Ball in the next half of the building So I got kinda confused and I had to sit down and write this poem [Verse] The subject was faggots And the quote was: "Ain't nothing happening but faggots and dope Faggots and dope Faggots and faggots and faggots Who lying Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot" Like that 34th Street and 8th Avenue Giggling, and grinning, and prancing, and shit Trying their best to see the misses and miseries and miscellaneous misfits Who were just about to attend the Faggot Ball Faggots who had come to ball Faggots who had come to bawl Faggots who were bawling Because they could not get their balls inside the faggot hall Bawling, bawling, ball-less faggots Cutie, cootie, and snootie faggots I mean, you just had to dig it, to dig it The crowning attraction being the arrival of Miss Brooklyn Looking like a halfback 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 Faggot 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 "Faggot Ball" I might have entered And God only knows just what would have happened [Outro] "The subject was faggots." I'm glad you made it, Charlie, heh... I'm glad you made it