I'll tell you now the story of a friend of mine
A small town boy named Saint Divine
At his red flamed hair they would laugh and stare
As he searched in vain for friends to find
His mother, father and brother too
They told him "...we don't see life like you..."
So he blew a kiss, he waved bye bye
For love... it don't live here
All the tears he holds inside
He gotta go away
Are the tears he must hide
Looking for, looking for love
So he goes to a big and bright city
Where friends ecstatic are never cruel
Forgets the clouds grabs the silver lining
The lipstick boy can boogaloo
And life is just one crazy ball
'Cause down at King Tut Tut's he knows them all
But the queen is still a queer
And love... it don't live here
All the tears he holds inside
He gotta go away
Are the tears he must hide
Looking for, looking for love
Saint Saint Divine
How you wear the woman
What one calls a sinner another will a saint
Who is to say what is right from wrong
It's Friday night! It's time to party
The sacred cow can bang-a-gong
Sing you sinners, dance you saints
Anyway your body and soul's inclined
Laugh you lovers at those who hate
In each an Adam and Eve entwined...