Next: Barry Manilow
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Brokebacabana (At The Brokeback) by Barry Manilow
His name was Ennis
He was a Shepard
With cowboy hat and assless chaps
He should have kept it under wraps
He would merengue and do the cha-cha
And when he'd drink and fall asleep
Jack Twist tended to the sheep
Across the mountain heights
They worked the summer nights
They were young and they had each other
And had rough sex fights
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
Those gay cowboys, they did some mounting
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
They felt the passion as they discussed fashion
Up at Brokeback
.... they fell in love
Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
He was the boss man
He did some firing
When he went to the mountain top
And he saw Ennis getting bopped
And when they finished, he fired them pronto
Later Jack went a bit too far
Gay bashers saw him at a bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
Those gay cowboys, they did some mounting
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
They felt the passion as they discussed fashion
Up at Brokeback
.... he lost his love
His name was Ennis, he was a shepherd
But that was a long time ago, when closets hid more than clothes
Now gays have pride days, but not our Ennis
Still in the chaps he used to wear, faded feathers in his hair
He sits there so refined, and drinks himself half-blind
He lost his Jack and he lost his family
Taking it from behind!
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
Those gay cowboys, they did some mounting
Up at Brokeback, Brokeback Mountain
They felt the passion as they discussed fashion
Up at Brokeback
.... don't fall in love
Don't fall in love
