Nancy Boy - Dead!

Alcoholic kind of mood

Lose my clothes, lose my lube

Cruising for a piece of fun

Looking out for number one

Different partner every night

So narcotic, outta sight

What a gas, what a beautiful ass

And it all breaks down at the role reversal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

Kind of buzz that lasts for days

Had some help from insect ways

Comes across all shy and coy

Just another nancy boy

Woman man or modern Monkey

Just another happy junkie

Fifty pounds press my button going down

And it all breaks down at the role reversal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

Does his makeup in his room

Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eye holes in a paper bag

The greatest lay I ever had

The kind of guy who mates for life

Gotta help him find a wife

We’re a couple

When our bodies double

And it all breaks down at the role reversal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me, me

Well, it all breaks down at the role reversal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me, me

Well, it all breaks down at the role reversal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me 'round, she’s coming over me

And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal

Got the muse in my head, she’s universal

Spinning me round, she’s coming over me, me, me.