Poof, the manic drag queen lives life as "she,"
A Fra lick and a bottom tryst, as a lad, from Brother Lee
Make him dance and caper, draped in vampish duds--
He loves G-strings and being waxed, rings that dangle and studs. Oh,

REFRAIN:
Poof, the manic drag queen lives life as "she."
He frolics 'cause he'd got a twist from the lance of Brother Lee.
Poof, the manic drag queen lives life as "she."
He frolics 'cause he'd got a twist from the lance of Brother Lee.

In feathers he would revel, boas billowing 'round tail. . .
Jackets flecked with hooked knouts, purchased at punk-fabric sale.
Faux belle swings as princess--no sow, this fair-maid dame.
Piping trim he sews on rags as Poof role-plays as Mame. Oh,

REFRAIN

This drag queen's hid his member to not show "limb" of boy.
Pasties swing from pliant things--fake nay-nays, rubber, hoist.
Sunday night it happened--parents breaking down his door,
And Poof was mighty saddened; they shrieked, "You sleazy whore!"

His threads were rent and harrowed; queen wailed, felt the pain
Of pop wrongly railing, "Hey! My son's a fairy swain!"
They rout his light, long threads; Poof must now behave.
But Poof that erstwhile drag queen sews the slip that he still craves. Sew,

Poof, the manic drag queen lived life as "she,"
Bollocks unclipped and augur dipped, now the lad's an "honest" he.
Poof, the manic drag queen lives lie as "he,"
He's Fraulein, and he's got 'em tricked: when they scram, he's "Lorelei."*


*nymph of the Rhine; pronounced "Laura Lee" here for rhyming purposes