Lyrics translated into Español · See the original lyrics
He sits in his room,Él está en su habitación,
playing with his dolls.jugando con sus muñecas.
No one thought of flittiness at all.Nadie pensó en afeminamiento en absoluto.
You won't see him with The Youth Ahead,No lo verás con The Youth Ahead,
or at those nudie bars.ni en esos bares nudistas.
He wouldn't fall in love with those girls.No se enamoraría de esas chicas.
His mom thinks he's gay.Su mamá piensa que es gay.
His mom thinks he's gay.Su mamá piensa que es gay.
His mom thinks he's gay.Su mamá piensa que es gay.
His mom thinks he's a flamer.Su mamá piensa que es un marica.
He receives the postcards with those beefy guysRecibe las postales con esos tipos musculosos
You know when his mom sees them she cries.Sabes que cuando su mamá las ve, llora.
A passion for males was all it ever seemed.Una pasión por los hombres era todo lo que parecía.
Now his life, it can't be redeemed.Ahora su vida, no puede ser redimida.
His mom thinks he's gay.Su mamá piensa que es gay.
His mom thinks he's gay.Su mamá piensa que es gay.
His mom thinks he's gay.Su mamá piensa que es gay.
His mom thinks he's a flamer.Su mamá piensa que es un marica.