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With a heavy heart and tiny feet

He stumbled through the moonlit street

Until he reached the open door

Of drunken men and open whores

Until I see the roaming hoard

I'll hide myself and view the world

With such contempt the green surrounds

And goes behind your dressing gown

Until I see that open door

I remind myself just to be sure

That no-one else can hear a thing

Not even dogs' ears to the floor, da-da-dum

♪

I don't think he likes it

When the joke

Is on you

And I don't think he takes too well

To the jokers playing the fool

So he stumbles on towards a girl

Who smells as if she seen the world

Until he finds to his surprise

That she's a he; the girls are guys

Until I see the tide is right

I'll sit alone on through the night

And think about the many things

I'd do if it were not for him, and

♪

I don't think he likes it

When the joke

Is on you

And I don't think he takes too well

To the jokers playing the fool

Until that night he'd never known

That men in drag wear sweet cologne

And dressing in your mother's clothes

It's kindest if she never knows

Until I see the world is calm

I'll stick around, eh what's the harm

A treasure that I'd kill to find

Is waiting on the other side, da-da dum

♪

I don't think he likes it

When the joke

Is on you

And I don't think he takes too well

To the jokers playing the fool

Ba-dum