Boys will be girls
And girls will be boys.
They call it transgendering
And it sure is a pity
But a lot of it goes on
In this California city.
To each his own, I say
As they seek to find their way
‘Cause strange things go on
In this city by the bay.
Sometimes they marry
And I hate to disparage
But it's very hard to tell
Which is husband or wife
In this crazy mixed up marriage.
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