Larry was a good guy, but now he's sorta strange
Ever since he flipped out on his wife
He caught her in his bed with the Spanish pool boy
And now he leads a different kind of life

Cross-dressed Larry, goes skippin' down the road
He's dressed in fishnet stockings, from his thighs down to his toes
He wears his black hi-heels when he goes out for the night
But his package bulges when his skirt's too tight

Standing at the bus stop scaring little girls and boys
Hoping that his lipstick isn't smeared
And if the men aren't thrown off by his Adam's apple
They'll probably be freaked out by his beard

Cross-dressed Larry, tryin' hard to get along
But it's hard knowing your brassiere doesn't match well with your thong
He paints his press on nails, wears a necklace made of pearls
Puts on his gold hoop earrings, so he'll be one of the girls

Standing on the corner tryin' to turn a trick or two
Passers-by just think that he's depraved
Doesn't even get a look from the most desperate fools
It might help him if his legs were shaved

Cross-dressed Larry, goes skippin' down the road
He's dressed in fishnet stockings, from his thighs down to his toes
He wears his black hi-heels when he goes out for the night
But his package bulges when his skirt's too tight

Cross-dressed Larry
Woah Larry....woah
Cross-dressed Larry