Randy Newman - Half A Man текст песни

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