Glad to be Gay

The British Police are the best in the world

I don't believe one of these stories I've heard

'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all

Lining the customers up by the wall

Picking out people and knocking them down

Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground

Searching their houses and calling them queer

I don't believe that sort of thing happens here

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

Pictures of naked young women are fun

In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun

There's no nudes in Gay News our one magazine

But they still find excuses to call it obscene

Read how disgusting we are in the press

Telegraph, People and Sunday Express

Molesters of children, corruptors of youth

It's there in the paper, it must be the truth

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet

You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street

You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks

To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark

I had a friend who was gentle and short

He was lonely one evening and went for a walk

Queer-bashers caught him and kicked in his teeth

He was only hospitalised for a week

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs

Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs

Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21

So only your friends and your brothers get done

Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks

Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes

Gay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughter

'The buggers are legal now, what more are they after?'

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way

Sing if you're glad to be gay

Sing if you're happy that way