If you look spiffy you make friends in a jiffy
When you walk around
BoystownSmile at a queen, you’ll soon be making the scene
Each time you sashay down
BoystownWhere else are you sure a Barbra Sterisand song impresses
Where else do they love ya when you elongate your ssss
Pull up a chairGet loose at the Gentry bar
You might forget where you live, but you know where you areYou’re in Boystwon, where life is grand, you’re in
Boystown, friends lend a hand you’re in
Boystown, come on and feel right at homeThey’ll smile at you too in a mustache and tutu
As you gad about
BoystownWhere is a friend a friend in the end
That’s why we’re mad about
BoystownThere is no place like it from Peoria to Dallas
Where else do the street signs look like rainbows on a phallus
Pull up a chairCome be where life’s so sublime
Where the signs on the men’s room say one at a timeYou’re in Boystwon
Where life is good, you’re in
Boystown, just knock on wood, you’re in
Boystown, come on and feel right at home

©2008 Carla Gordon