Mama's Don't Let Your Babies...

Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Drag Queens…

(With apologies to Willie Nelson)

Drag Queens aren’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
and they’d rather give you a song, than diamonds or gold.
Gold lame’ dresses and well aged old show tunes,
each night begins a new day.
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young,
he’ll prolly just ride away.

Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
Don’t let them wear lipstick and put on corset’s
Doctors and lawyers are much better bets.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
even with someone they love.

Drag Queens like smoky old dance clubs and well focused spotlights
Little warm kitties, cold snark, and twinks in the night
And them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong he’s just different
but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think that he’s right.

Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
Don’t let them wear lipstick and put on corset’s
Doctors and lawyers are much better bets.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
even with someone they love.

Canaries in coal mines and seven foot drag queens
They sing real purty, and warn us just right
Things that hit them, hit us a little bit later
Forewarned is forearmed, forearmed prepared
Thanks to the Drag Queens, daring a difference
They pushed at the boundaries, and fought the good fight.

Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
Don’t let them wear lipstick and put on corset’s
Doctors and lawyers are much better bets.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
even with someone they love.

Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be Drag Queens
Don’t let them wear lipstick and put on corset’s
Doctors and lawyers are much better bets.

(Fear the whimsy!)