The Queen of Soho

I walk the streets as well I could I really tried my best In conversation, character Especially the way I dressed But it's hard, you see, as younger man To actually convince Folks just clearly saw a queen Pretending to be prince But prince takes into battleground A tribal sword and scar Green remains behind the scenes And hidden crown in bra So, come on, girls, unleash your curls Don't be feeling sad Get the feeling swinging from Your hipbones to your bag We're better than the legs and skirt Your boyfriend wants to shag I'm sticking on my high heels Some lippie from my bag I've had enough of compromise I'm going back to drag Those trips on London underground Those bloody dangerous nights A daze of rouge and subterfuge Of lattice in our tights I'll make a pram that's faster than Their prejudice and hate Take us up the escalator Of vaulting over gate Oh, boy, they really wanted me And boy, I really ran Oh, boy, this was the only time This girl outran a man So, come on, girls, unleash your curls Don't be feeling sad Get the feeling swinging from Your hipbones to your bag We're better than the legs and skirt Your boyfriend wants to shag I'm sticking on my high heels Some lippie from my bag I've had enough of compromise I'm going back to drag Here's to the hers who used to be him Here's to the Joans who used to be Jim Who learned how to dive before they could swim To the lads who went out on a limb Wear pull-ups, wear suspenders Wear dresses mum would lend us Wear boarding schools you'd send us We're going back to drag A straight once treated you as a freak The freak, like someone's dad I've had enough of walking straight I'm staggering back to drag