Tom wanted to be a pantomime dame Thought long and hard about his stage name Perhaps Hernia, Cinders' ugly sister Or Appendix, prefixed by a Mister He dreamed he'd find great fortune and fame.
But first he needed a huge false bosom One that made him look female and fulsome Next, an outrageous wig It`s got to be BIG, Blonde, bouffant and borrowed from mum.
Tom was ready for his Dame audition Looking forward to the planned rendition Then he tripped on high heels Oh how silly he feels And he wished the whole thing in perdition
Dan wished his life was science fiction For at the space race he`d do a run He`d be camp spaceman Get so off his face man That nobody would understand his diction