Seventy-six gay men led the big parade
With a hundred and ten reporters at hand
They were hounded by rows and rows of the angry heteros
Who complained about the wedding band

Seventy-six gay women were holding hands
That old closet door would never be shut
There were more than a thousand there
Poking placards in the air
There were gripes from every right-wing nut

There were dudes in push-up bras and wearing pantaloons
Trannys and post-op folks all along the way
Broadway actors, dancers singing "Brigadoon"
Each yelling "We're gay, we're here to stay!"

There were fifty Bible thumpers shouting; "It's a sin!"
Thundering, blundering loud as a bell
The old politician lies
Saying guys should not wed guys
Or the world would go "straight" into hell

Seventy-six twosomes tried to tie the knot
City of 'Frisco gave a green light
Couple of courts said "Nix!"
Need the constitution fixed
Now we're in for one heck of a fight