Writes a friend:​

If the culture becomes even more deeply mired in the mishegas, how long will it be before legions of little boys — and plenty of big ones, too — band together and adopt this as their official anthem?​ Heck, at the very least, it could become a massive hit half a century after it was recorded.

Here’s the story behind the song.

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​One girl was called Jean Marie
Another little girl was Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I’m a boy

My name is Bill, and I’m a head case
They practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair

I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it

Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plait your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put on this wig, little boy

I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it

Want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
Want to come home all covered in mud

I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy. I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it.