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 "Now 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