Banning Soldier Shows
(Verse 1)
Oh, gather ‘round, dear patriots, and hear this funny tale,
Of Ronald Reagan strutting in a dress without fail.
Back in World War Two, the soldiers put on shows,
With wigs and heels and sequins—oh, how the morale rose!
(Chorus)
Banning soldier shows, but who’s the star of the past?
Republicans in drag, had a blast that sure did last!
Before the woke, before the left, before the DEI,
The GOP was twirling skirts, and no one asked them why!
(Verse 2)
George Murphy took the stage, a senator-to-be,
Dressed up for the troops, for all the world to see.
Now they point their fingers, say “That’s leftist, that’s wrong!”
But history’s got receipts, and they’ve been dancing all along.
(Bridge)
They ban the shows, they ban the fun, they ban what they once did,
Pretending drag’s a new idea, from Democrats they hid.
But Reagan rocked a feather boa, and Murphy twirled with flair,
The party of tradition? More like a drag affair!
(Chorus)
Banning soldier shows, oh what a grand charade,
When yesterday’s conservatives were the ones who played!
So next time you hear the outrage, the bans, the moral prose,
Just remember who once starred in those soldier shows!
(New Verse)
And while the men wore makeup, the women stayed behind,
Banned from combat duty, by old rules so unkind.
No boots on muddy battlefields, no medals, no salute—
But men in satin dresses? Now that was absolute!
(New Chorus)
Parachute silk for ballgowns, sugar sacks for lace,
The Army wrote the handbooks—yes, it’s all there in place!
So when they ban the drag shows, and say “it’s not our way,”
Just show them all the photos from back in the good old days.
(Drag Show Interlude)
In “This Is the Army” and “girly” soldier shows,
GIs learned to be dames, from head to painted toes.
Classes taught the troops to rouge and powder right,
To turn mop heads, coconut shells, and fruit into costumes bright.
With corsets tight and tutus twirled, the magic came alive,
Feminine illusions helping weary souls survive.
(Finale)
“Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy,” “We’ll Meet Again,”
Echoed through the barracks, lifting weary men.
President Roosevelt applauded, Eisenhower praised the scene—
Morale soared high with every soldier-queen.
Drag became a refuge, a safe space in disguise,
Relief from war’s oppression, a wink behind the eyes.
(Outro)
Yes, history’s a mirror, reflecting all the clothes,
Of soldiers in their dresses, striking their best poses.
So here’s to all the troops who made the troops’ hearts glow—
The original drag queens of the soldier shows!
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