The Queen Of Soho - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

I walk the streets as well I could

I really tried my best

In conversation, character

Especially the way I dressed

But it's hard, you see, as younger man

To actually convince

Folks just clearly saw a queen

Pretending to be prince

But prince takes into battleground

A tribal sword and scar

Green remains behind the scenes

And hidden crown in bra

So, come on, girls, unleash your curls

Don't be feeling sad

Get the feeling swinging from

Your hipbones to your bag

We're better than the legs and skirt

Your boyfriend wants to shag

I'm sticking on my high heels

Some lippie from my bag

I've had enough of compromise

I'm going back to drag

Those trips on London underground

Those bloody dangerous nights

A daze of rouge and subterfuge

Of lattice in our tights

I'll make a pram that's faster than

Their prejudice and hate

Take us up the escalator

Of vaulting over gate?

Oh, boy, they really wanted me

And boy, I really ran

Oh, boy, this was the only time

This girl outran a man

So, come on, girls, unleash your curls

Don't be feeling sad

Get the feeling swinging from

Your hipbones to your bag

We're better than the legs and skirt

Your boyfriend wants to shag

I'm sticking on my high heels

Some lippie from my bag

I've had enough of compromise

I'm going back to drag

Here's the hers who used to be him

Here's to the Joans who used to be Jim

Who learned how to dive before they could swim

To the lads who went out on a limb

Wear pull-ups, wear suspenders

Wear dresses mum would lend us

Wear boarding schools you'd send us

We're going back to drag

A straight once treated you as a freak

The freak, like someone's dad

I've had enough of walking straight

I'm staggering back to drag