Half A Man

This big old queen was standingOn the corner of the streetHe waved his hanky at meAs I went rolling byI pulled the truck up on the sidewalkAnd I climbed down from the cabWith my tire-chain and my knifeAs I approached himHe was trembling like a birdI raised the chain above my headHe said, "Please, before you kill meMight 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 dancerBut I'm much too largeHalf A Man, Half A ManI'm an object for your pityNot your rage"Oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over meBoth my speech and manner have become much more refinedI 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