Tekster: Pansy Division. Real Men.

Now it's all changed
It's gotta change more
I think it's gettin' better
But nobody's really sure

Take your mind back
I don't know when
Back when it always seemed
To be just us and them

Girls who wore pink
Boys that wore blue
Boys that always grew up
Better men than me and you

And so it goes
Go 'round again
But now and then we wonder
Where the real men are

Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, ah

Even nice boys
Dancin' in pairs
Golden earing, golden tan
Blowing in their hair

Sure they're all straight
Straight as they lie
All the gays are macho
Can't you see the leather shine

You don't wanna act dumb
Don't wanna offend
So don't call me a fagot now
Unless you are a friend

[Unverified] and tall
And handsome and strong
You can wear the uniform
And I can play a role

And so it goes
Go 'round again
But now and then we wonder
Where the real men are

Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, ah