Gay For Pay

He’s got a mullet and a trucker hat,
Flexin’ pecs that scare the neighbor’s cat,
Yellin’ “I love beer and chicks, no doubt!”
Punches walls to prove what he’s about.
He’s the king of the dive bar scene,
Says, “No glitter, just grit, I’m mean!”
But whisper “cash” and watch him sway,
This tough guy’s got a secret play…

Gay for pay, gay for pay,
Flex them guns, he’ll swing either way,
Stack them bills, he’s on display,
Macho man’s gone gay for pay!

He’s chuggin’ whiskey, spittin’ chew,
Tells the boys, “I’d never kiss a dude!”
Wears camo shorts and boots with pride,
Says, “Real men don’t switch-hit sides!”
But then a fella flashed a grand,
Slapped a Benjamin in his hand,
Now he’s winkin’ with a grin so sly,
Singin’, “For a buck, I’ll give it a try!”

Gay for pay, gay for pay,
Flex them guns, he’ll swing either way,
Stack them bills, he’s on display,
Macho man’s gone gay for pay!

He says, “It’s just business, don’t you judge,
Ain’t no feelings, just a nudge!”
Tattoos flexin’, wallet’s fat,
“Straight as an arrow—well, mostly that!”
One night’s work, he’s back to beer,
Braggin’ loud so all can hear,
But when the rent’s due, he’s on the scene,
Dollar signs turn redneck dreams obscene!

Gay for pay, gay for pay,
Flex them guns, he’ll swing either way,
Stack them bills, he’s on display,
Macho man’s gone gay for pay!

So here’s to the dude with the macho strut,
Talkin’ tough ‘til the cash comes up,
He’s straight as a board ‘til the price is right,
Then it’s “Yee-haw!” under neon lights