My wife's just found out I'm a tranny,

She's not very happy at all.

She thinks that it's new, but between me and you,

For years I've been having a ball.

She says that it's all got to finish,

Or somebody's going to get hurt.

She wears the trousers in our house,

but she won't let me wear a skirt.

It's not that I'm fancying fellas.

The thought never enters my head.

I just like the feel of that silk and chenille,

Preferably something in red. 

But the Mrs just can't understand me,

She's dragging my name through the dirt.

She wears the trousers in our house

And she won't let me wear a skirt.

She says that I'm some kind of pervert,

She claims that it's some kind of kink

And if I don't stop she'll divorce me

And boy will she kick up a stink.

Now she's turned nasty towards me,

Her comments are cutting and curt.

She wears the trousers in our house

And she won't let me wear a skirt.