The snow is falling down,
the temperature is dropping,
the lights light up the town
and everyone is Christmas shopping.
But I'm lost in the crowd.
Oh, why can't I remember
the reason I'm so down
and why this happens to me
every cold December?
It's a feeling that I just can't dismiss,
I'm gonna spend a lonely Christmas
sitting here and staring back at my TV.
"A Miracle On 34rth Street"
on the all-night TV repeat,
just Bob Hope and Santa Claus and me.
I don't believe in Rambo
or Van Damme or Seagal,
but I believe in Buford P.,
I believe in "Walking Tall".
What ever happened to
the Ambushers and the Wrecking Crew?
Where is the Mean Machine,
Bruce Lee, and David Carradine?
I know I've said it all before,
but I want more
The Mighty Heroes.
[Dialogue from "Female Trouble",
between Edith Massey and Michael Potter] Aunt Ida Nelson: Have you met any nice boys in The Swan? Gator: Oh, pretty nice. Aunt Ida: I mean any nice queer boys. Did you fool with any of them? Gator: Aunt Ida, you know I dig women. Aunt Ida: Aw, don't tell me that. Gator: Christ, let's not go through this again. Aunt Ida: All those beauticans and you don't have any boy dates? Gator: I don't want any boy dates. Aunt Ida: Oh honey, I'd be so happy if you turned nelly. Gator: Hey, no way. I'm straight. I mean I like a lot of queers, but I don't dig their equipment, y'know? I like women. Aunt Ida: But you can change. Queers are just better. I'd be so proud if you was a fag, and had a nice beautician boyfriend. I'd never have to worry. Gator: There ain't nothing to worry about. Aunt Ida: I'm worried that you'll work in an office, have children, celebrate wedding anniversaries. The world of heterosexuals is a sick and boring life. Gator: Sometimes I think you're fucking crazy. I'm real happy just the way I am.
People are telling me
that I'm missing out on the fun
'cause I don't go anywhere
and I don't meet anyone,
but I know how rumors fly
when you're a lonely guy
and I'm here to tell you it's a lie.