Interlude 3
Wow! That really cheered me up
Or maybe it's these rum balls, mm
Give me those you little monster
Feeling better thanks to the song
The drag queens decided to take matters into their own hands
And pushed the bus to the closest service station
About a mile up the road
They pushed the bus?
Yes, you do realize that drag queens are men, right? Anyhow
When they finally got to the service station
They got some bad news from Billy Bob
The stereotypically stupid inbred white-trash auto-mechanic
Ironically, played by an african american drag queen
(We're really pushing the envelope here people)
Sorry to tell ya'll this
But looks like you little ladies are leaking tranny fluid
I'm offended
I'm triggered
Micro-aggression
Well, I ain't sure of none of that means
On the count of the fact that I dropped outta school
In third grade like my mom and dad and my first cousin
Y'all are gonna need a new transmission
Oh well, go ahead and stick it in
Well, I wish it was that easy
Would it help if I put this bag over her face?
Wh-what I mean is, I'm gonna have to order the part
And it won't be here 'til tomorrow
Damn, that stinks worse than the crotch of Trixie Mattel's pantyhose
That's okay girls, you know what?
We deserve some time off
And we'll make it to our next show in plenty of time
In the meantime, I'm going to take this opportunity
To rehearse my new song
Wait, you... rehearse?
Oh God! She's not going to sing, is she?
Or maybe it's these rum balls, mm
Give me those you little monster
Feeling better thanks to the song
The drag queens decided to take matters into their own hands
And pushed the bus to the closest service station
About a mile up the road
They pushed the bus?
Yes, you do realize that drag queens are men, right? Anyhow
When they finally got to the service station
They got some bad news from Billy Bob
The stereotypically stupid inbred white-trash auto-mechanic
Ironically, played by an african american drag queen
(We're really pushing the envelope here people)
Sorry to tell ya'll this
But looks like you little ladies are leaking tranny fluid
I'm offended
I'm triggered
Micro-aggression
Well, I ain't sure of none of that means
On the count of the fact that I dropped outta school
In third grade like my mom and dad and my first cousin
Y'all are gonna need a new transmission
Oh well, go ahead and stick it in
Well, I wish it was that easy
Would it help if I put this bag over her face?
Wh-what I mean is, I'm gonna have to order the part
And it won't be here 'til tomorrow
Damn, that stinks worse than the crotch of Trixie Mattel's pantyhose
That's okay girls, you know what?
We deserve some time off
And we'll make it to our next show in plenty of time
In the meantime, I'm going to take this opportunity
To rehearse my new song
Wait, you... rehearse?
Oh God! She's not going to sing, is she?
Credits
Writer(s): Pule Mokoa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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