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Classic (Punk) Rock for Classical Liberals: Screeching Weasel

screechin weaselWith the Supreme Court decisions over DOMA and Prop 8 coming up, I’ve decided to feature Screeching Weasel‘s “I Wanna Be A Homosexual.” Frontman Ben Weasel gives his explanation in the liner notes of the band’s 1995 release of B-sides called Kill the Musicians:

“Homosexual” was written at the suggestion of Homocore pioneer/fanzine editor/filmmaker Bruce LaBruce who had heard about Sloppy Seconds’ “I Don’t Want to Be Homosexual” and thought we should respond (and for the record-we never felt that the Sloppys’ tune was homophobic, nor did we ever have any animosity toward the band-we just thought it would be funny). Bruce wrote a few lines and I made up the rest as I sang in the studio.

As an aside, I strongly recommend having an older brother that introduces you to all sorts of rad shit like this at a young age. I wore my Screeching Weasel shirt (exactly like the picture in the post) to school on the first day of 7th grade. As my teacher took attendance and I answered “here” when my name was called, he promptly responded with, “And that’s an awesome shirt by the way!” Soon thereafter I came to find out that he actually played in a punk rock band and swam in the same circle of musicians as my brother. Small world. Oh, and the Vice Principal didn’t think the Screeching Weasel shirt was so awesome. Due to the visible cigarette, I was made to wear it inside out for the remainder of the day (and every other time I wore it).


I’ve got a little lisp, and I’ve been working on my limp wrist.
Women are a drag, I think I wanna be a faggot, man.
A mincing ninny, prancing fairy, merry little queen.
A Bruce Labruce wet dream, a Nancy Boy with wings.

Shock the middle class, take it up your punk rock ass.
You rub your little thing, when you see phony dykes in Penthouse magazine.
So what’s the difference Mr. Cream Rinse, you just need a man.
A beefy leather fag, to take you out in drag oh yeah.

Call me a faggot, call me a butt loving, fudge packing queer.
But I don’t care ’cause it’s the straight in straight-edge,
that makes me wanna drink a beer and be a pansy, and be a homo.

Shock the middle class, take it up your punk rock ass.
You rub your puny thing, when you see studs with tight jeans pass you on the street.
Who wears short shorts? You wear short shorts.
You’re so full of shit
Why don’t you admit
That you don’t have the balls to be a queer.

Image via Screeching Weasel

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