Half A Man

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

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