A Bout a Boy Lyrics

Well I'm a lad of squat stature and delicate frame

But I posture like a crown prince up front centre stage

And I can dance just as well as any other boy my age!

And I'm erudite, exquisite and my style's supreme

With shoes of fine suede and t-shirts of terylene

And yet still does Aphrodite consider me naive!

And here they come gliding like angels on the earth

With slender white midriffs wrapped in red tartan skirts

With golden hair cascading and chests round and pert

And faces lit up vibrant with the shine of summer mirth

Well the sight of youth and beauty makes a manic heart run awry

A sickly stomach quake and a bitter throat turn dry

Thought for a moment I caught a pair of bright blue eyes

But with a vicious sideways smirk the just passed straight on by

Argh, call off the dogs, call off the dogs!

Take your fucking spotlight out of my face!

Your mocking smiles are a vile affront

The whitest bodies hold the blackest hearts of hate!

Argh, you all are dogs, you all are dogs!

With bestial appetites impossible to sate!

As the virtuous lay trampled having borne unto your brunt

But I won't be subject to that damnable fate!

'Cause I'm a lad of sour spirit and intemperate rage

Spraying bile from the confines of my befouled little cage

And I've absolved myself in full of any semblance of blame!

And I tell you, I do not forget, and much less do I forgive

And no more should nymphos tempt me as long as I might live

'Cause those whores ain't worthy of the pleasures I could give!