The Homosexual

Dm E Dm E Am Amaj7 I love women, but I'm thinking of giving in. Am Amaj7 I love women, but what's the point in arguing Fmaj7 Cmaj7 with the men from boarding schools and building sites Fmaj7 Bbmaj7 B E who've told me I'm a homosexual all my life? Am Amaj7 One stop past Warringah and the coughs begin. Am Amaj7 Hell hath no fury like an insecure Australian. Fmaj7 Cmaj7 You don't need psychoanalysts to translate this: F Bbmaj7 E There is an open homosexual in our midst. Dm Cmaj7 The homosexual (they call me) it's all the same to me. Bbmaj7 A That specter they projected, I will now pretend to be. Dm Cmaj7 Since their neurosis is what passes for normality Bb A it's okay with me if I'm queer, Dm Cmaj7 since their tone deafness is called the love of music, Bb Am Ab C I won't disabuse them; I'll make love with their women. F# Am Ab C F# I'll make them sing notes of pleasure F Bb E their boyfriends will never hear. Am | Amaj7 | Am | Amaj7 Am Amaj7 I love women, but I take them by surprise, Am A pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs. Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Like the hairdressers and dressmakers, I hear confessionals Fmaj7 Bbmaj7 E reserved for homosexual professionals. Am A Amaj7 As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist Am Amaj7 (a trick I learned from a homosexual gynecologist) Fmaj7 Cmaj7 I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with: Fmaj7 Bbmaj7 E "I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with". Dm Cmaj7 The homosexual (they call me), it's all the same to me. Bb A That specter they're projecting, I now pretend to be. Dm Cmaj7 Since their neurosis is what passes for normality Bb Am it's okay with me if I'm queer, Dm Cmaj7 since their tone deafness is called the love of music, Bb Am Ab Cmaj7 I won't disabuse them; I'll make love with their women. F# Am Abm Cmaj7 F#m I'll make them sing notes of pleasure F Bb E their husbands will never hear Dm E Dm E Final Verse Am Amaj7 You who called me teapot, who played me with your bile - Am Amaj7 guess who I've got coming to the boil? Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Why not grab the nettle? I'll settle for being the kettle if you're the pot; F Bb E I take my tea like my revenge, sweet and hot. Dm Cmaj7 The homosexual (you call me) it's all the same to me. Bb A That specter you're projecting, I now pretend to be. Dm Cmaj7 Since your neurosis is what passes for normality Bb Am it's okay with me if I'm queer, Dm Cmaj7 since your tone deafness is called the love of music, Bb Am Ab C F# I won't disabuse you; I'll make love with your women. Am Abm C F#m I'll make them sing notes of pleasure F Bb E that you will never hear, never in a million years. Dm E No... fear.