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Saturday, May 14, 2016

Gender Gnomic





Transgender mutants in the news today
Ambiguity headed for the Milky Way
Everybody's going to the dance bar
Everybody's naked in the car-car
How will I know which body to fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

Transgender mutants in the lavatory
Time to run, apparently they're migratory
Don't let them near the young ones
They've got everybody on the run-run
How am I supposed to know who to fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

(chorus)
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I want to know your destination
I need to see your gender certification
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Transgender spiders from outer space
Eight legs, keeping their balls in place
Everybody's metamorphisizing
I'm a boy or a girl realizing
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

Got a note from my gender mentors
Just came back from a bender adventure
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

(chorus)
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I want to know your destination
I need to see your gender certification
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no

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