ACHY FAKEY BRA
You can tell the world you want to be a girl
You can wear my clothes when I'm not there
You can tell your friends to call you Mary-Ann
And wax yourself of ugly manly hair

You can wear my lace and paint your pretty face
Make construction workers stop and think
You can paint your lips and paint your fingertips
You really look lovely in pink

CH/ But don't wear that bra, that achy fakey bra
I just don't think that it would fit
And if you wear that bra, that busty brassiere
It might go twang and lose a (ooo eee)

You can tell your mum you're a daughter not a son
You can march in the Mardi Gras
You can get a job in a sleazy little club
Or pick up lucky suckers in a bar

Oh you could be a queen in a magazine
You could be the toast of the town
Or you could be a flirt in your mini skirt
You always liked to spread yourself around