Ballad, or something.

[Xplayadam]

At one point, I was in a song-writing mood but only wrote ballads. Most, if not all of them, sucked. I actually liked this one, you might think it's shit. But whatever.

"The Mayor of Castro Street"

Here are the little boys and girls of Castro Street
They walk around just like us, on two feet
Yet they're sitting out, at their own corner
They need to be with us, no less or no further
Let me tell you about their white knight
Let me tell you about their fight

Here he comes, their white knight
He's marching, he's on the site
Standing on his soapbox
As they stand around and chase the fox
You may not read too well
But they wanted them to go to hell

Here are the little boys and girls of Castro Street
They walk around just like us, on two feet
Yet they're sitting out, at their own corner
They need to be with us, no less or no further
Let me tell you about their white knight
Let me tell you about their fight

Now he's in the office
They can all kiss
It's all gone white
They've won the fight
But here comes the villian
Who's itchin for the next killin'

Here are the little boys and girls of Castro Street
They walk around just like us, on two feet
Yet they're sitting out, at their own corner
They need to be with us, no less or no further
Let me tell you about their white knight
Let me tell you about their fight

It was a 9 to 10
Kind of situation
But White can't keep up no more
And The Mayor of Castro Street reigns in folk-lore
The moon, it's settling
The boys and the girls are singing

Here are the little boys and girls of Castro Street
They walk around just like us, on two feet
Yet they're sitting out, at their own corner
They need to be with us, no less or no further
Let me tell you about their white knight
Let me tell you about their fight

One shot and another shot
There goes our hero's slot
He'll be buried in the streets
We'll lay on him a multi-colored sheet
Don't cry no more, the fight goes on
He's in folk-lore, we aren't gone

Here are the little boys and girls of Castro Street
They walk around just like us, on two feet
Yet they're sitting out, at their own corner
They need to be with us, no less or no further
Let me tell you about their white knight
Let me tell you about their fight