A Walk on the Wild Side?
Love that dared not speak its name still dares not in many places
life becomes a guessing game, matching lifestyles to the faces
“Will he, won't he, will he, won't he, will he join the dance?
will he, won't he, will he, won't he, won't he take a chance?”
Walking on the wilder side doesn't happen thereabouts
there the people have no Pride, there it's full of lager louts
“Will they, won't they, will they, won't they beat me up tonight?
Will they, won't they, will they, won't they go for me on sight?”
Bullied all those years at school, teachers taught the pupils how
all that crap machismo cool, nothing's any better now.
“Will I, won't I, will I, won't I ever be myself?
Will I, won't I will I, won't I wind up on the shelf?”
Maybe he should leave this place seek a living in the city,
somewhere he can show his face, somewhere he can dress up pretty
Will he, won't he, will he, won't he will he make the choice?
“Do I, don't I, do I, don't I, don't I want a voice?”