Hornophobic - Billy Mackenzie

It happens, you know it happens

When fragile, teach for nothing

Go now, back to your art schools

Your reputations should never be tarnished

Just walk, walk through your TVs

No room for deep thought, or heat-seeking missiles

Born, born hornophobic

Just turn the lights out

You know I still feel this way

Horno

Hornophobic

Horno

Hornophobic

Women, and Chinese dragons

Just call on Khrushchev, he’ll know of backstreets

It happens, you know it happens

When fragile, teach for nothing

Just walk, just walk, just walk, just walk…