Half A Man — текст песни (Randy Newman)

This big old queen was standing On the corner of the street He
waved his hanky at me As I went rolling by I pulled the truck
up on the sidewalk And I climbed down from the cab With my tire-chain
and my knife As I approached him He was trembling like a bird
I raised the chain above my head He said, Please, before you
kill me Might I have one final word? And this is what he said:
I am but Half A Man, Half A Man I`d like to be a dancer But
I`m much too large Half A Man, Half A Man I`m an object for your
pity Not your rage Oh, the strangest feeling`s sweeping over
me Both my speech and manner have become much more refined I
said, Oh, what is this feeling? What is wrong with me? She
said, Girl, it happens all the time And you are Half A Man,
Half A Man Look, you`re walking and you`re talking Like a fag.
Half A Man, I am Half A Man Holy Jesus, what a drag