I love women, but I'm thinking of giving in,
I love women, but what's the point of arguing!
With the men from boarding schools and building sites
Who've told me I'm a homosexual all my life
One stop past Warringah and the coughs begin
Hell hath no fury like an insecure Australian
You don't need psychoanalysts to translate this
There is an open homosexual in our midst
The homosexual, they call me, it's all the same to me
That specter they projected, I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them, I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their boyfriends will never hear
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