Written by Paul Orehovec
Lyrics
Some people hate that he plays with guns
Others hate that he wears a dress for fun
But he takes their hate and turns the page
He’s the old drag queen at the new gun range
He don’t wanna go to some story hour
Just give him more and more firepower
Everyone who sees him thinks it’s really strange
There’s an old drag queen at the new gun range
Blasting 50 Cals in 5 inch heels
He don’t give a damn bout how you feel
Purse full of bullets
Shaking his hips
Big frilly dresses and banana clips
Side arm, smooth arm
Grew up on cashew farm
Glamorous family man
He don’t do nobody harm
Still some say that he’s deranged...
He’s just old drag queen at the new gun range
He’s a cross between Jocko Willink and RuPaul
Tutus, tights, twenty two in his bra
He can do your make-up and your oil change
Cuz he’s an old drag queen at the new gun range
Blasting 50 Cals in 5 inch heels
He don’t give a damn bout how you feel
Purse full of bullets
Shaking his hips
Big frilly dresses and banana clips
Side arm, smooth arm
Grew up on cashew farm
Glamorous family man
He don’t do nobody harm
Still some say that he’s deranged...
He’s just old drag queen at the new gun range
Packs the heat
Hides his junk
Double barrel shotgun in his trunk
Underneath a pile of wigs
A custom gown made extra big
Mix Frankfurter with Claude Van Dam
He ain’t trans but he loves Trans Ams
Saving up his money in the bank, for a
Hot pink
M -One
Abrams Tank
No, he don’t need you to like him
Just try not to be mean
If you end up at the new gun range and you
See that old drag queen