Glad To Be Gay '97

(album: Cabaret '79 - 1982)

The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them spending three million to bust up a ring
Of consenting leathermen doing their thing;
It might have been private
Where no-one complained
But the judge put an end to their fun and their games
He sentenced the members to four or five years
I can't believe that sort of thing happens here

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey

The liars of Wapping are really the pits
Commissioned by bigots and written by shits
They plaster their pages with bingo and tits
Then add all the scandal and slander that fits
They pick out their victims, destroying their lives
They sneer as they smear as they damn and despise
If it's paedophile teachers or lesbian nuns
If it's filth and it's fiction... it's there in The Sun

And now there's a nightmare
They blame on the gays
It's brutal and lethal and slowly invades
The medical facts are ignored or forgot
By the bigots who think
It's the judgement of God
Attacked by the Vatican, bashed by The Bill
With cheap politicians all making a kill
The message is simple and obvious, please
Just lay off the patients and let's fight the disease

For 21 years now I've fought for the right
For people to love just whoever they like
But the right-on and righteous are out for my blood
Now I live with my kid and a woman I love
Well if gay liberation means freedom for all
A label is no liberation at all
I'm here and I'm queer and I do what I do
And I'm not gonna wear... a straitjacket for you

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way