A song about why you should always be kind to the old loner at the gay bar

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Bona to vada your dolly old eke

I don’t look at you like you’re a freak

I see the new set with disgust in their eyes

As if you’re already dead, covered in flies

Arriving in style as if they own the whole bar

Like exotic princesses who’ve come from afar

But you know the truth because you’ve been here before

And watched thousands more of them pass through those doors

There once was a time when you felt just like that

And you’d spend all day preening yourself like a cat

You’d sneak out at night and you’d come here to pose

And dressed in your finery look down your nose

At anyone you felt wore uglier clothes!

Alone in the wild you were under attack

With a target always on your back

But in a group you felt that you could be strong

In a group you felt like you might belong

Together you can face the day

Whatever drama comes your way

In a world that wishes you were dead

You would choose to live instead

In technicolor surround sound

As if your feet don’t touch the ground

And un-disowned you’d form a bond

That would extend far far beyond

A private life of secrecy

In fact you’d form a family

Encouraging the brave obsession

To overcome the gay oppression

You were there throughout the fight 

A champion of equal rights

Which didn’t come through thick or fast

It’s amazing how your patience last

But success came with a cost

And one by one by one you lost

Your friends, your lovers

No-one cared

You didn’t know if you’d be spared

As sickness took more than a few

Beloved friends so dear to you

And as they each died all the shame

Overshadowed lives and names

Hidden far from public view

They died alone as you might too

And even though you did survive

Your grief is keeping you alive

Your straight friends couldn’t comprehend

Although they tried to be your friend

Wiping when you leave your seat

And burning what you use to eat

Their children take up all their days

Which is a blessing anyways 

As now with little that you share

Mutually it’s hard to care

And finding little to talk about

Is why you choose to not reach out

Instead you live a life of sin

Expressing shame you feel within

Imposed upon you by the world

You wish to have been born a girl

Just so that you can love a man

Every way that you possibly can

Before pride, fierceness, the house down, yesss

You were just a gayboy in a dress

Trying on your mother’s shoes

Whilst she was busy making food

You knew somehow that this was wrong

Although it filled your heart with song

And so you hid it in deep inside

And steeled yourself instead of cried 

And took a wife and sired a brat

Although you never wanted that

And hid yourself, denied your heart

Until it tore you right apart

Perceived as weak but you are great

You endure through so much hate

And fought such battles all the way

that these queens can reign in this bar today

I salute you friend, and raise a glass

Let these young queens show their arse

One day soon their youth will stop

And suddenly their hair will drop

And just like you and me

They’ll also turn 30, 40, 60

It will be their turn to scoff

When some young queen starts mouthing off

The reason I know every word to be true

Is because they were me and one day I’ll be you