Lyrics Randy Newman – 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

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

«Now 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