Lyrics - The Homecoming Queen's Got A Gun by Flirtations

Jimmy"
I grew up in a little town in
Georgia,
Columbus
Georgia, to beprecise.
Actually, in the '
One
Of
Us' section, we said one of usran away from home at fourteen, and that was me.
I was tortured inschool,
I was the class fag.
People were calling me 'faggot'before
I even knew what that word meant.
Then
I went and found outwhat it meant, and was like '
Oh, there's a name for it?'
At thetime,
I didn't find it amusing.
I like to be honest about it now,because
I've expended an incredible amount of energy over the pastcouple of... years, actually over my life, trying to pretend thatthat never happened to me, that that's not part of my life, that
I've always been this cool.
Huh,
God.
So, what
I'd like to doknow actually is reach back to those roots that
I have tried sodesperately to wipe out of my life, and share with you a fantasyfrom that period... it's more of a nightmare.
I was so angry and,and confused, and lonely and miserable that most of my fantasiesduring that period of time sort of ran like the movie '
Carrie.'"
It was
Homecoming
Night at my high school
Everyone was there, it was bodaciously cool
I was so excited, why,
I almost wet my jeans'
Cause my best friend
Debbie was
Homecoming
Queen
She looked so pretty in pink chiffon
Riding the float with her tiara on
Holding this humongous bouquet in her hand
She looked straight out of
Disneyland!
Well, it was just like the
Cinderella ride - it was definitely an '
E' ticket!
The crowd was cheering, everyone was stoked
You know,
I think it was like the whole school was totally coked out or something.
The band was playing '
Evergreen'
When all of a sudden, somebody screamed:"
Oh my
God, look out!
The
Homecoming
Queen's got a
GUN!!!"
Everybody run, the
Homecoming
Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the
Homecoming
Queen's got a gun!
Debbie's smiling, and wiping her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh no!
Muffy's pompons just blew to bits
My
God,
Mitzi's head just did the splits!
My best friend is on a shooting spree
Stop it,
Debbie, you're embarrassing me!
How could you do what you just did -
Are you having a really bad period?
Everybody run, the
Homecoming
Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the
Homecoming
Queen's got a gun!(
Stop it,
Debbie, you're making a mess
Powder burns all over your dress
Bloody bodies all over the quad
Who'd have thought she'd be packing a rod!)
An hour later, you know, the cops had arrived
Oh, but by then the entire glee club had died - no big loss
You wouldn't believe what they brought to stop
Tear gas, machine guns... even a chopper!"
Throw down your gun and tiara and come out of that float!"
Debbie didn't listen to what the cop said,
No, she aimed and fired, and now the math teacher's dead!
Oh, it's really sad, but, you know, it's kind of a relief,
You see, we had this big test coming up next week...
Everybody run, the
Homecoming
Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the
Homecoming
Queen's got a gun!(
Debbie's really having a blast!
She's wasted half of the class!)
The cops fired a warning shot and she dove off that float
I tried to scream "
Duck!" but it stuck in my throat
She hit the ground and did a flip; it was real acrobatic
But
I was crying so hard,
I couldn't work my
Instamatic.
I ran down to
Debbie,
I had to find out, like,
What made her do it, why'd she freak out?
I saw the bullet had grazed her... right about here.
I knew then... the end was near.
And
I...
As...
Do y'all mind?
So as the
SWAT team and a gaggle of hall monitors escorted her fromthe field,
I ran alongside, and
I said to her, "
Debbie!
Debbie,why did you do it?
Why did you do it?"
She just smiled at me andsaid, "
I did it for
Lonnie." "
Lonnie?
Debbie, who's
Lonnie?
There aren't even any boys in our school named
Lonnie.
There is
Ms.
Wilson, the wood shop teacher....
Oh my
God,
Debbie is thatwhy you spent all that time makin' those tacky birdhouses insteadof being in the
Future
Homemakers of
America with me?"
It was toolate for answers.
And as the
SWAT team roared off into the sunset,
I,
I surveyed the gruesome scene before me.
The ruins of thatbeautiful chicken-wire-and-crepe-paper '
V-for-
Victory' that the
Pep
Club had worked so hard on...
And then it hit me.
It's still
Homecoming
Week.
We can't have a
Homecoming
Game without a
Homecoming
Queen.
It was then
I knew what
I must do.
So
Iretrieved her tiara from where it had fallen and
I placed itlovingly upon my head, willing to assume the awesome burden of
Homecoming
Queen, eager to rule with a firm, yet sensitive hand...
All right, boys, sing it for me!
Everybody scream, the
Homecoming
Queen is a queen!
He's a queen, he's a queen, he's a queen, he's a queen.
Ahhhhhhh, a big old queen!

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