Fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots
Stiletto'd celebration
Trimmed with lace all o'er the place
And you basque in the sensation
But if you're male and dress like this
It's transvestitillation

All around the USA
And all of western civilization
There's always men who'll find again
They'll succumb to the temptation
It's understood that Hollywood
Likes transvestitillation

Ain't no need for surgery
It's not your gender changing
Lace and curls give them cheap frills
To see your rear arranging

First guess, cross dress
Hard and in distress
Dream of transvestitillation
Dream of transvestitillation

He ain't no girl he's a fairy to the world
It's the natural implication
He'll try to hide his penis inside
Sorry - too much information
But his reward for being old and bored
Is transvestitillation

Lace may be a final frontier
But leather's a better material
For adding bits and studs and shit
For an effect that's kinda ethereal
So come on punk and make my day
With transvestitillation

Unamused, somewhat confused
Discombobulation
Being told a secret is
Intimate intimation

Next guess, undress
Somewhat unimpressed
Dream of transvestitillation
Dream of transvestitillation

It's so obscene the parlour queen
Obsessed with procreation
And all his ilk are clad in silk
Go marching in formation
That sort of pride should be kept inside
It's transvestitillation

Tell your surgeon: go to hell
You don't want that operation
Sicker than the rest
The way you're dressed
Yet more excoriation

Foresworn silk horn
Was torn, now gorne
No more transvestitillation
No more transvestitillation