You gotta force him to admit it.

Dressed in latest fashions
With Feng Shui expertise.
This guy is struttin' down the street with pink cell phone
Wearing pleather with the greatest of ease.

"Hey, you queer!" people on the street shout.
But he just scoffs, "Hon, don't know what you're talking about!"
As he swings those hips, bent hand flailing in the air
It seems so obvious, obvious, obvious, obvious...

Hey - man you lookin' for a blow?
Pull him out
Fag, do you swallow cum or spit it?

Hey - man you're flaming, don't you know?
Pull him out
You gotta force him to admit it.

Hey, man, we don't mind
You've been stuck in that denial closet for too long a time
Hey come out - you're gay.

With this month's Cosmo and lip gloss
You know who's floating your way.
Who else wears white patent loafers with bare feet
And smells like a lily, rose, and jasmine bouquet?

(2X)
He fears discovery and rejection too
But see his leopard thong strap?
That's a pretty good clue.
You'll never hide it, fairy, you just can't help yourself
You may's well scream it to the world, scream it to the world, scream it out...

Hey - man you lookin' for a blow?
Pull him out
Fag, do you swallow cum or spit it?

Hey - man you're flaming, don't you know?
Pull him out
You gotta force him to admit it.

Hey, man, we don't mind
You've been stuck in that denial closet for too long a time.
Hey come out - you're gay.