Celebrating Trans Songs - The Lyrics

He’d Rather Be A Girl (1954) by Ruth Wallis

Always thought when I got married

That my life would be a whirl

Then, I discovered I'd married a boy

Who would rather be a girl

I met him one night in Miami

And I wed him one night in Miami

His name was Tommy, but he said, "Call me Tammy"

'Twas then I knew he'd rather be a girl

Oh, I recall when we tied the knot

He said, "I do," but he didn't say what

And I noticed he danced with the best man a lot

The best man's name was Pearl

Oh, why did I wed a gay pretender

Who doesn't do what is on the grooves of gender?

How in the world can I surrender

To a boy who wears my négligée?

He cooks for me and he sews for me

He even mends my hose for me

But he never curls my toes for me

Like a boy should do a girl

You should see the queer things that he does

Now, he's modeling my jewels and my furs

And our towels are all marked Hers & Hers

And I'm gettin' real confused

He looks like a boy and he acts like a boy

He's positively stacked like a boy

But in the boudoir, he don't attack like a boy

He'd rather do his hair

Oh, it hurts me down deep inside

'Cause I don't really feel like I'm a bride

And the zipper on his pants is on the side

Now, don't that prove he'd rather be a girl?

Oh, I have offered him my everything

My jewels and my furs and my diamond ring

I said, "Do right by me, you can be a king"

But he'd rather be a queen

Now, honestly, I'm very broad-minded

And I take my love where I can find it

But all he does is pantomime it

And this, I can't enjoy

This is really a catastrophe

His capon's no good for a chick like me

I guess that I just have to set him free

For what else can I do?

Now, maybe folks cannot observe this

But a gal isn't getting service

Starts walking 'round mighty nervous

Gotta get him out of my life

I'll find some place where I can send him

I'll even go as far as to recommend him

He'll make some boy a darn good wife

(Spoken) He'll make some boy

Rebel Rebel (1974) by David Bowie

You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they play it hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel, rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so

Don't you?

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

You've got your mother in a whirl

'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they play it hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel, rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so

Don't ya?

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel, rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so

Don't you?

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess

You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test

You've got your transmission and your live wire

You got your cue line and a handful of ludes

You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

Said, I love your dress

You're a juvenile success

Because your face is a mess

So how could they know?

I said, how could they know?

So, what you wanna know?

Calamity's child

Where'd you wanna go?

What can I do for you?

Looks like you've been there too

'Cause you've torn your dress

And your face is a mess

Ooh, your face is a mess

Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?

How could they know?