1From a very early age it was easy to seeThat Joyce didn’t fit into societyShe didn’t date boys and she didn’t drink cokeShe just stayed at home and cried over Bridget Bardot2Her family said it was easy to seeShe suffered from Sexual Deviancy,Respectable members of the communitySuggested she try psychiatry.3But Joyce knew she was rightMaybe just a little uptightBut she would show them with all her mightAnd turn into the biggest superdyke they had every seen.4So one day all her pretence just got to be a boreSo she left all her hair on the barber-room floorShe threw out cock-rock records which had drove her insaneAnd instead settled back and listened to Lavender Jane.5Her consciousness was growing at an amazing rateShe was learning words especially castrateAll this confidence was starting to showIt’s about time her mother should know.6She said Mum I’m speaking to you just as a friendYour daughter is now a raving, craving beautiful lesbian.Well mom just stood there didn’t know what to sayFor twenty-one years she’d been dreading this dayJoyce just stood there didn’t know what to thinkAnd kept watching mum break the dishes in the sink.But7A little while later Mum gave her a call andOut of the closet she got Radcliffe HallShe said Joyce it wasn‘t done in 1928When I met your father I was trying to escapeNow I think I’ve left it a little too lateBut I’m glad you not copping the same fateI’ve put up with for twenty-five years.Thanks Mum.
Joyce
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Text anonymous (≤1981). Tune : « ? ».
Paru aussi dans : South London Anarchist Group (ed.). — Anarchist song book, to tunes you know. — London [UK] : South London Anarchist Group, [1981] (p. 26).