Paroles: Joe Jackson. Fairy Dust.

Here, see the little queer, there's a volunteer
Don't you think he should get a haircut now
Like in the marines, all the magazines
Got a way for everyone to shape up

You don't wanna fall behind
Choking on a cloud of fairy dust, fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust and pride and lust
And a few other sins

No, see the cherry lips, hands on the hips
Anyone would think your name was Oscar Wilde
Think you're pretty smart, poetry and art
Put him testosterone and vodka

Calling for the man of steel
To blow you fagots into fairy dust, fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust and pride and lust
And a few other sins

We're happy to be gay, showing you the way
Gotta get your head, your heart you torso hard
Join another gym, loose your pseudonym
Soon we'll all be strait but only more so

Tell me who you're gonna find
To sprinkle on a little fairy dust, fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust and pride and lust
And a few other sins