[Adèle]
When I was little child of maybe three or four
I looked into the mirror and I hated what I saw
I didn't like my flannel shorts, my shirt and tie and vest
I was incorrectly dressed

My regulation haircut was distinctly unappealing
But no one seemed to understand the feelings I was feeling
An outcast from a world to which I never would belong
To sum it up, God had got it wrong

[Dillie & Liza]
Got it wrong, all along, got it wrong

[Adèle]
I was a prisoner of gender, the model had a flaw
Return to sender, señorita not señor
But God wasn't listening, so I remained a lad
A carbon copy of my dad

As I grew, I tried my best to play the role assigned
But I failed 'cause when I walked, I wiggled my behind
I couldn't chuck a ball and I would never be a jock
I longed for a kaftan or a frock

I didn't follow any sports, rugby, football, cricket
I was more excited when I got a theatre ticket
And after games, the boys would take the mickey out of me
'Cause I always sat to pee
[Dillie & Liza]
Sat to pee, goodness me, sat to pee

[Adèle]
I was a prisoner of gender, a martyr to my sex
Neither a bender, nor a boy with bulging pecs
Life's not much fun when you're weedy, thin and runty
Even worse, I read Bunty

Then came the dreadful day when I hit puberty
Hence this music's sorrowful and Schubert-y
I hated the effects of not being double X
I was lumbered with a Y chromosome

[Liza]
Why?

[Adèle]
And yet somehow my confidence was burgeoning
I found a surgeon who could do some surgeoning
She said "don't be downhearted, now your transformation's started
You're a wonderful girl, a blossom waiting to unfurl
Like a new chrysalis, inside the mister there's a miss
So Adèle, welcome home"

No more a prisoner of gender, I looked fab in a chemise
Not Glen, but Glenda with two bouncy double D's
Hooray for the doctors who made it all come true
They can do the same for you
[Adèle, Dillie & Liza]
Because you're prisoners of gender, but do not get the blues
Be a defender of a person's right to choose
Pay no attention to others who might scoff
If in doubt, have it off

Yes, we're all prisoners of gender, we know this to be true
Rise up in splendour and reveal the inner you
Trans or transvestite, lesbian or queen
Or something in between

No longer prisoners of gender, so let us all be glad
Bryn can be Brenda, and Barbara can be Brad
Why should it matter where we take a leak?
Whether we are strong or weak?
We must have the right to speak
And cherish the differences that make us all unique