Lyrics:

Frank)
How do you do
I see you´ve met my faithful handyman
He´s a little brought down
Because when you knocked
He thought you were the handyman
Didn´t you freaky
Don´t get strung out by the way I look
Don´t judge a book by it´s cover
I´m not much of a man
By the light of day
But by night I´m one hell of a lover

I´m just a sweet transvestite
From transsexual transylvania

Let me show you around
Maybe play you a sound
You look like you´re both pretty groovie
Or if you like something visual
That´s not too abysmal
We could take you in an old Steve Reeves movie

(Brad)
I´m glad we caught you at home
Ah - could we use your phone
We´re both in a bit of a hurry
We´ll just say where we are
Then go back to the car
We don´t want to be any worry

(Frank)
You got caught with a flat
Well how about that
Well babies don´t you panic
By the light of the night
It´ll all seem alright
I´ll get you a satanic mechanic
I´m just a sweet transvestite
From transsexual transylvania

Why don´tcha stay for the night - night
Or maybe a bite - bite
I could show you my favorite obsession
I´ve been making a man
With blond hair and a tan
And he´s good for reliving my tension
I´m just a sweet transvestite
From transsexual transylvania
I´m just a sweet transvestite
From transsexual transylvania

So come up to the lab
And see what´s on the slab
I see you shiver with anticipation
But maybe the rain Is really to blame
So I´ll remove the cause
But not the symtom