Some people see a strange fruit,
Some misperceive and some cause a dispute,
Men's bodies swinging in the open breeze,
Strange fruit changing right next to me.

Homophobic scene of the intolerant south,
My bulging eyes and my cottonmouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of manly flesh.

Here is a fruit all exposed awestruck,
Where women gather, I'm shit out of luck,
He is hot to trot, for the knees to drop,
Now a media agitprop.