this big old queen was standing on the corner of the street he waved his hanky at me as i went rolling by i pulled the truck up on the sidewalk and i climbed down from the cab with my tire-chain and my knife as i approached him he was trembling like a bird i raised the chain above my head he said, "please, before you kill me might i have one final word?" and this is what he said: "i am but half a man, half a man i´d like to be a dancer but i´m much too large half a man, half a man i´m an object for your pity not your rage" oh, the strangest feeling´s sweeping over me both my speech and manner have become much more refined i said, "oh, what is this feeling? what is wrong with me?" she said, "girl, it happens all the time "and you are half a man, half a man look, you´re walking and you´re talking like a fag." half a man, i am half a man holy jesus, what a drag