Everybody's somebody's fetish Whether grand dame, or cutely coquettish Mainly like Mame, or No, No, Nanetteish Everybody's somebody's fetish Every persuasion has its adherents Whether you pitch or run interference If your forte is brains or appearance Every persuasion has it adherents Nothing's too strange for somebody's palate Some spank the maid, and some wank the valet Some want to be struck down with a mallet Nothing's too strange for somebody's palate Everything is someone's perversion On finger in, or total submersion Some need control, and some want coercion Everybody's somebody's fetish And I, even I, with my wildebeest's face, My eccentricities, and my freedom from grace Even for me has Cupid found a place... at last! One man's poison is another man's meat Some go for inches and some go for feet Some want the music and some like the beat One man's poison is another man's meat Everyone tickles somebody's fancy From 23rd St down to Delancey Whether by science or necromancy Nothing's so weird that nobody does it And I, who have wandered alone for so long On my little island, just like King Kong Here at the end, I have written a song... for you