VELCRO:
To me it's quite clear,
He has to be queer,
But I'll admit they're getting harder to spot.
Unless they're screaming out and proud,
Or singing show tunes way too loud,
I wouldn't like to say who's into what.
It's hard to tell,
The gay guys from the straight these days.
It's hard to tell,
The princes from the queens.
Every bar in Soho,
That once was strictly no-go,
Now falls somewhere betwixt,
With a clientele that's mixed!
It's hard to tell,
The gay guys from the straight these days.
It's hard to tell,
The homos from the hets.
He's hotter than wasabi,
But does he love Ken or Barbie?
Well I'm not placing any bets.
Head to toe in Gucci,
Acting rather smoochy,
Seems the type for pulling birds.
Then in conversation,
Comes a revelation:
He is mincing more than just his words...
ROBBIE:
It's hard to tell,
The gay guys from the straight these days.
It's hard to tell,
The benders from the butch.
Both play Casanova,
Which bowls a maiden over.
Time for tea and chat.
But for which team does he bat?
It's hard to tell,
The gay guys from the straight these days.
It's hard to tell,
Your one in every ten.
Some love topless strippers,
Others dream of ruby slippers.
Ain't that typical of men?
Quite the disco bunny,
Tans when it's not sunny,
Looks as if he's worth a fling...
Jeans he has to squeeze on,
Abs you could grate cheese on,
Then you see he wears a wedding ring...
VELCRO:
A wedding ring...
Don't mean a thing!
COMPANY:
It's hard to tell,
The gay guys from the straight these days.
It's hard to tell...
[Drum fill]
Scanning their reflection,
For the slightest imperfection.
VELCRO AND ROBBIE:
If wrinkles dare to show,
They'll moisturise them so....
COMPANY:
It's hard to tell,
The gay guys from the straight these days.
It's hard to tell,
Which way the bearing glides.
Making sure they're pretty,
For a night out on the city,
VELCRO AND ROBBIE:
Where both have one thing on their mind...
COMPANY:
Where both have one thing on their mind...
[Thanks to Gemmacullington for adding these lyrics]