Album: Boobs: Ruth Wallis' Greatest Hits
We got married in the spring
To prove it here’s my wedding ring
I always think of my blushing groom
Whenever I see the pansies bloom
OH No Say it cannot be Queer things are happening to me
A groom should bring his bride some joy
A boy’s supposed to be a boy
I told him about the birds and bees
But he still wears those pink Shimmies
Oh No Say it cannot be Queer things are happening to me His Hair is curly as can be He uses curlers just like me When I find lipstick on his tie
He says there’s no other woman so it must be a guy
Oh No Que’l Tragedy
Queer things are happening to me He’s so big and He’s so strong
I can’t figure out where he went wrong
He must have got caught right in between
His name is Chris it ought to be Christine
Oh No Say it cannot be Queer things are happening to me He’s never been to Gay Paris
But he’s as gay as he can be His friends are sweet, They’re queer as Band
They’re turning my home into a fairy land
Oh No Oh what a tragedy
Queer things are happening to me We went one night to a masquerade
And I dressed up like a parlour maid
Everyone knew it was me right away
But no-one knew he was the Queen of the Mae
Oh No Woodman spare that tree
Queer things are happening to me Whenever we’d go out to dine
I’d buy him Pheasant and Apricot wine
But he says NO, what can I do He doesn’t wanna try anything that’s new
Oh No Say it cannot be Queer things are happening to me While I was walking down the aisle
His friends all stood around and smiled
I found out why and it hurts my pride
They knew he liked the best man better than the bride
Oh No No it cannot be Queer things are happening to me We have decided it cannot be
I’m not for him and He’s not for me He can do what he wants and I’ll do what I can
But the both of us Have gotta get a man.