I hated high school. I prayed it would end. The jocks and their girls, it was their world. I didn't fit in. Mama said, "Baby, it's the best school that money can buy. Hold your head up. Be strong. C'mon, Mary, try."
I stole mama's car on a Sunday and left home for good, Moved in with my friends in the city in a bad neighborhood. Charles was a dancer. He loved the ballet, And Kimmy sold pot and read Kerouac and Hemingway.
CHORUS: Drag queens in limousines, Nuns in blue jeans, Dreamers with big dreams, All took me in.
Charlie and I flipped burgers to cover the rent, And bourbons at happy hour for 35 cents. One day before work, we got drunk and danced in the rain. They fired us both. They said, "Don't y'all come back here again." CHORUS
My dad went to college, and he worked for the state. He never quit nothing and he wanted me to graduate. My brother and sister both play in the marching band. They tell me they miss me, but I know they don't understand.
Sometimes you got do what you gotta do, And hope that the people you love will catch up with you.
Yea drag queens in limousines, Nuns in blue jeans, Dreamers with big dreams, Poets and AWOL marines, Actors and bar flies, Writers with dark eyes, Drunks that philosophize, These are my friends.
The site I got lyrics from has more pop-ups than a horse has hairs.