Way down on 42nd
Street, where the elite all retreat to greet,
you can see them coming
from everywhere.
Every kind of man and woman
you will find there.
There are men who love
women who love men.
There are women who love women
every now and then.
There are
men who love men because
they can't pretend.
They are men who love women who
love men.
There are those who make love for pay.
There are those who make love anyway.
And
over in the bar with a bottle of scotch there
are those who would rather just
watch all the men who love women who love
men and the women who love women
every now and then there are men who love
men because they can't pretend they
are men who love women who love men
there are those who make love to
machines that don't talk back
and are easy to clean.
And there are those who will
tell you out loud that they
can only make love in a crowd,
a crowd of men who love
women who love men,
and women who love women every now and
then there are men who love men
because they can't pretend
they are men who love
women who love men.
In the pursuit of true love's joy,
boys will be girls and girls will be boys.
But sometimes it's hard to know what to do when
you don't know who you're talking to.
Cause there are men who love
women who love men.
Women who love women
every now and then.
There are men who love men because
they can't pretend they are men.
Who love women,
who love men
Thank you, folks.
Well, here's a song I wrote the chorus to
and never had any verses for it, and
Shel
Silverstein
mailed me this verse in the mail.
Good enough place to mail
somebody something.