max klinger
he's a man...a man with a clever hunch
though out to lunch
in the war, lingers
what to do ?
he wears clothes against his skin
not meant for men

though he worn them to war through the years
he's surprised, though disguised, he's still here
though dressed as a girl...somebody's sister
its not hard to guess...he's mister max klinger
as a girl, he's wearing a camisole
and sable stole

golden earrings, he sports in his ears
and he slides and he strides in this gear
but he ain't no girl...don't pass muster
anyone can guess...he's mister max klinger
what a squirrel
folks stare as he takes a stroll
he breaks the mold
his act's getting cold
though is goal
is ending patrol
he's been told
they ain't sold