Randy Newman
Текст песни Half A Man

This big old queen was standing On the corner of the street He
waved his hanky at me As I went rolling by I pulled the truck
up on the sidewalk And I climbed down from the cab With my tire-chain
and my knife As I approached him He was trembling like a bird
I raised the chain above my head He said, "Please, before you
kill me Might I have one final word?" And this is what he said:
"I am but Half A Man, Half A Man I'd like to be a dancer But
I'm much too large Half A Man, Half A Man I'm an object for your
pity Not your rage" Oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over
me Both my speech and manner have become much more refined I
said, "Oh, what is this feeling? What is wrong with me?" She
said, "Girl, it happens all the time "And you are Half A Man,
Half A Man Look, you're walking and you're talking Like a fag."
Half A Man, I am Half A Man Holy Jesus, what a drag