Song Lyrics

I wish every mother and father in this theatre
Would go home tonight
And make a speech to their teenagers and say
"Kids, be free
No guilt, be whoever you are
Do whatever you want to do
Just so long as you don't hurt anybody"
Right?

Right!

I would just like to say that it is my conviction
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male's emergence from his drab camouflage
Into the gaudy plumage
Which is the birthright of his sex

There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage
And fine feathers are not proper for the man
When a-ctually
That is the way things are
In most species

Galt Mac Dermot, Gerome Ragni, James Rado