So, we’re talking about aging
A popular subject of late
And as far as I know
For as long as I live
This is definitely my fate.
Fate, fate, fate, fate (spoken with a beat)
Queers age no differently than hets or so they say –
While others strongly debate
That butches and femmes and those with style
Have managed to jump the gate
BUT, for those of us aging queers
Let’s not stand in the sunlight
For our lizard skin to appear!!
Gotta stand upright, pull those thighs and butts tight
Man, getting caught is one helluva of a fright!
Fright, fright, fright, fright
Gay bars rock, the lights are meek
Whew! Got by one more night
But next morning look in the mirror and shriek
My god, who is this aging freak????
Eek, eek, eek, eek
This wasn’t the plan; it never came up
When we talked about things back then
We played and worked hard
For our Rights and our Lives
Didn’t think too much about…..when
But, you know… getting older isn’t about looks
Or shape or how much we weigh
It’s gotta be more about who we love
And how we live each day,
Day, day, day, day
Who says getting older means that we stop
Who ever made up that myth?
We aging queers (nod) we still love to dance
And we’ll continue as long as we live
Those of you who follow, we hope you will see
We’re still here, fighting the good fight
We’ll sit at your table, share a glass of wine
As queers young and old unite!
Unite, unite, unite, unite
