he called me 'hun' and swooned, that's all unswell
called for romance with young ones when he said,
"i'm telling you how hottie i am, b'leive me i'm cool"
and that i'd miss one lifetime chance to bone such a smooth
good guy in motel room

you have no right to chat me up, my queer
you have no right to speak to me, old guy
someday i might find myself looking through your eyes
but for now, i'll go on giving no replies

and i felt wrong to let you go
cuz if i offed your self-esteem, well i've ever felt that low
there is no gay who'd compromise
so now i'm giving (giving) no replies

"ooh, so typical, young ego," cries the aged man
but you still are bald, i'm appalled
and your wrinkled paws (tell-tale heart)
and you feign your aura

you have no right to chat me up, my queer
you have no right to speak to me, old guy
someday i might find myself looking through your eyes
but for now, i'll go on giving no replies