Normally I would be the one with football in hand,
Sitting there drinking cheap beer, no time for "tuna,"
That's for gays. I would be looking for "man to man,"
Bro brawls, fights, boxing, As well as midnight runs
To the donut store to rob them blind of jelly rolls.
I would go about as if it were you who was "full of holes."*
But around the corner I can still be seen, eyes fixed
On the piano of my dreams, looking for something soft
I can play...who am I? I'm most certainly "GAY."