In a Family Way

Well I got too much time to kill
Too much time, too much imaginash
Well I'll be going home today
Going home and I plan to have my way

Christmas time is the only time
My brother looks at me that way
I don't mind that he's got a wife
That's fine any other day

Well I'll be putting on cologne
And I give my hair a comb just that way
Well he phoned and said he's home
He said he's home, it puts me on my way

No conga line, no catamite
No flowers in my hair, no painted nail
Just he and I, all man all night
No simpy limpy drag queens in the way