He thinks he´s Oscar Wilde, but he´s Paul Lynde
Can´t say anything good about anything
He flips his cigarette with disdain
You´ve failed to live up to his standards again
He´s a negative queen, he´s a negative queen
He reads all the latest magazines
He´s quick to fallow, but thinks he´s in the lead
He was there and you weren´t
You´re out of it, you´re not current
He´s a negative queen, he´s a negative queen
He drips disdain, he´s lacking tact
He´s popular in a scene
Where being nice is a radical act
Everything´s got to be just so
If it´s not, he´ll let you know
Don´t put up posters on Castro Street
He´ll rip them down so he shop in peace
He´s a negative queen, he´s a negative queen
He struts into a bar with swagger
Stumbles out later with a stagger
Spent half his life in a bar
Now he looks so haggard
No sympathy for a braggart
Everything´s got to be just so
If it´s not, he´ll let you know
Darling, you simply haven´t lived
Unless you´ve lived like him
He´s a negative queen, he´s a negative queen
