Billy sings the Pretty Boy Blues.
He's his own father now
And his own mother now —
Left to his devices,
Disowned for his defiance,
All because he sings the Pretty Boy Blues.

Passing the time in any way he will choose —
Sipping coffee at the bus stop now,
Eyeing men that make his heart stop now.
Psychologic crisis
Will come back uninvited,
All because he sings the Pretty Boy Blues.

He said,

"It's not my fault I am who I am.
It's not my fault that you don't understand it.
I've felt this way for years and years.
You can't even begin to imagine
The daily heartache for acceptance's sake —
All the inner tears.

"No, this faulty son* isn't punishment
For what you've done in the past.
No, this faulty son isn't faulty at all,
So forget that fast.

"There's no winning in
Discussing this with you.
So I guess I'll be forever
Singing my blues."

Billy sings the blues.
Billy sings the Pretty Boy Blues.

© 2014

Tab Hunter and Roddy McDowall