I don’t want to do this boring job, the same as this criminal, here.
Yes, I want security and stability and therefore, a nice career.
Those guys are fighting all the time because they’re secretly queer.
But I don’t have to fight. I’m a womanly man.
My mother loves me. I wink. I do what I can.
You know what? There’s one thing I always knew.
It’s not who we are. It’s what we don’t want to do.
You can laud a famous entertainer. He’s got pizazz! He’s really hot!
His handlers and his followers make sure you like him a lot.
The scholarly insights and angles!
The literary theories of Mr. Bojangles!
The world just wants to be the world, and he’s just going along;
He’s a socialist, an atheist. He sings an irreverent song.
Sure, give me the rundown on what’s tasteful and true—
The many buy the tickets which are sold to them by the few.
Only two things matter: Inventions. Tricks to make people behave.
The rest isn’t tricky: a clash between victims and the brave.
Present your analysis. Ring up your opinion as true.
I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. And neither, my darling, do you.