The Stereo type stands true
Curry is never good in a hurry
And the smell it do carry
Of that you be wary
Down in the pubs
Don’t make us the clown
But the Gag of the Fag
"What a waste" - Sista jus aint my taste?
And the song it played the show tune
And the Stereo type they hum
With all their bum chums
But some of the chum
They donte like the different bum
We are for same
Power to the threesome
And over the in the yonder
Deep within drags
The A listed fag
Laments the demise of the club
And waves to the older gay
whose bum chum
Has the spicy bum
The old gay wise with age
Following his sage
Of fine wine different time
Definitely - not a Pantomime
I have the Green card to show
And the Black Amex to blow
The younger says I agree
More power to thee
And flashes his designer Sash
With his Pronoun of Pride
There no reason to hide
But in a whisper says
I picked it up for a dime
With the Flashing sign
Isnt it real - Cant tell that its fake
I picked it in the land of your chum
The one with the Spicy bum
SO many people there
Travel makes you so aware
The Flashing sign is my PRONOUN
But it hides my Intent for 9.99
After all the Package sells
Who cares what behind the exterior shell
I may go back as I get
Lipo too for a song
I am almost slipping to Bgay
Fuck it not if I have a say
New face like the Flashing sign
For a Song
So I can belong
I want me a man all of my own
The ones now stick to the Apps
I deleted mine and I am now proud
Heavens why are some people so loud
The river wafts the Milky tide
And the Spicy bum waves to his other chums
The bums that have labels of curry and rice
The potato goes with it all
And Is a staple side
