Lyrics A Balladeer

A Balladeer

Ting-A-Ling

So here we are all stuck between

These Fire Island men of means

You must believe me when I say

I like you, Jimmy Dean

Let's take that Spyder for a ride

Please, don't say you came by bike

I know a game that we could play

And it goes like

Ting-a-ling

They are not very hard to please

All swishy-swashy, maître d's

See what them Brackett boys can do

For you

For me

Us users kiss a lot of rear

But look at them, those leering queers

They have no clue we see right through

Let's get out of here to

Ting-a-ling

You're not the brightest but you're right

Why go through life with one hand tied

Behind this back of mine

Drive, just drive

Let's get out of here

There is so much out there

We are not the only ones