Sweet Transvestite

How d'ya do I
See you've met my
Faithful Handyman
He's just a little
Brought down because
when you knocked
He thought you were the
Candy man.

Don't get strung up
By the way I look
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'm not much of a man
By the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover

I'm just a Sweet Transvestite
From Transexxual, Transylvania

Let me show you around
Maybe play you a sound
You like you're both pretty groovy
but if you want something visual
That's not too abysmal
We can take in an old Steve Reeves movie

I'm glad we caught you at home
Can we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are,
Then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry

Well you got caught with a flat, well
How bout that?
Well, babies, don't you panic.
By the ligh of the night, it'll
All seem alright.
I'll get you a satanic mechanic.

I'm just a Sweet Transvestite
From Transexxual, Transylvania

Why don't you stay for the night?
(night)
Or maybe - a bite.
(bite)
I could show you my favorite- obssession
I've been making a man
With blonde hair and a tan
And he's good for relieving my- tension

I'm just a Sweet Transvestite
From Transexxual, Transylvania
Hit it, hit it!
I'm just a Sweet Transvestite
From Transexxual, Transylvania

So- come up to the lab
And see what's on the slab
I see you shiver with antici- pation.
But maybe the rain
Is really to blame
So I'll remove the cause
But not the symptom.