The Question (Obviously)

O’Keefe

I’d rather be an outlaw
Than to be a drag queen’s knave
I read the ads for lovers
But all they want are slaves

I’d rather be an artist
If they’d let me paint the town
I’d even be a fireman
If they’d let me burn it down

But when I popped the question
I softly heard’em say
Don’t go lookin’ for trouble
It’ll find you anyway

I’d rather been an Indian
Than to be the general’s boy
It’s one thing to be a target
Quite another to be a toy

I’d rather be the doctor
Than to be the dead man’s nurse
I ain’t got his patience
But I know right where it hurts

But when I pulled my pants down
You could barely hear’em say
Don’t go lookin’ for trouble
It’ll find you anyway

Hamlet came to see me
And he offered me the cup
I said, you must be kiddin’, Ham
Things are startin’ to look up

He just sat there grinnin’
Poured it back into the flask
Said, anytime you need it, Dan
Just ask

But when I popped the question
You could barely him say
Don’t go lookin’ for trouble
It will find you anyway

Now you can be an outlaw
You can be a hero, too
You can be anything you want
If it means that much to you
But if you’re on the corner
Hustlin’ for a crumb
They know your need
They’ll make you bleed
Before they sell you some

And when you pop the question
You will hear them say
Don’t go lookin’ for trouble
It will find you anyway