The Cross-Dresser (Vatican Style) 

Verse 1
He walks in gold and lace, with a smile upon his face,
Swingin’ a chain with a cross that could anchor a ship in place.
Preachin’ modern love in a Vatican show,
Blessin’ rainbow couples while the incense blow.

Chorus
He’s the Cross-Dresser, in the Vatican aisle,
Turnin’ old tradition to a brand-new style.
With a robe and a staff, and a rainbow smile,
He’s the Cross-Dresser, walkin’ holy mile.

Verse 2
They call it sacred fashion, a holy runway strut,
But the satire says he’s playin’ dress-up in a velvet hut.
Gold crown, silver shoes, robes draggin’ the floor,
Turnin’ doctrine to a costume behind St. Peter’s door.

Chorus
He’s the Cross-Dresser, in the Vatican aisle,
Turnin’ old tradition to a brand-new style.
With a robe and a staff, and a rainbow smile,
He’s the Cross-Dresser, walkin’ holy mile.

Bridge
Now some cry “heresy,” some cheer “amen,”
But it’s a fashion parade in Rome once again.
Cross on his chest, rainbow in his hand,
Is it grace or theater takin’ over the land?

Final Chorus (repeat with ad-libs)
He’s the Cross-Dresser, in the Vatican aisle,
Turnin’ old tradition to a brand-new style.
With a robe and a staff, and a rainbow smile,
He’s the Cross-Dresser, walkin’ holy mile.