Killer Transvestite

COPYRIGHT 1992
David M. Franklin, T. L. Beard, James H. Frye

first verse-----
he stands six foot three
in a garter belt & high heels
with a switchblade in his bra
he's got the look that kills
he wears a 13 pump and red mini skirt
that he stole from sears
got a pistol in his purse and he'll blow you away
if you dare to call him a queer

first chorus-----
he's a killer transvestite
a murderous tv
he's a killer transvestite
a mean lookin', tough talking, dress wearin' S.O.B.

second verse-----
his momma was never around
the young boy really missed her
grew up alone, played in the closet
started dressin' like his older sister
said it felt real good against his skin
hidden underneath his pants
but when his high school coach caught in the locker room
he shot the coach and fed him to the plants

second chorus-----
'cause he's a killer transvestite
a murderous tv
he's a killer transvestite
a sweet lookin', smooth walkin', dress wearin' S.O.B.

third verse-----
he got a job in the big city, workin' as a cpa
he spent his nights stalking businessmen
cruisin' for a lay
he lured them in to his room and told them to relax
but when they did he did them in with a pistol, knife or ax
he took their credit cards and headed straight down
to the lingerie store
where he bought himself some frilly things
and hit the streets once more

first chorus-----

fourth verse-----
he got a little careless and they hauled him down
for murder in the first degree
he got his face in the papers, on the evening news
they swore he'd never go free
but late one night he broke out of jail
wearin' nothing but panties and a bra
he shot his way past the guards
'cause he lives outside the law

second chorus-----

fifth verse-----
so listen boys if you meet a tall girl
that you would like to caress
look out for a five o'clock shadow
and a big bulge in her dress
or if you wake one night to high heels clickin'
down a lonely motel hall
you better pull the covers over your head
and turn your face against the wall
'cause he won't kiss and tell
but he might kiss and well...

final chorus-----
he's a killer transvestite
a color tv
he's a killer transvestite
mean lookin', tough talking, dress wearin' S.O.B.
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