I don’t care if I don’t know their names
Could be Tommy or Billy or James
The way I feel is bound to be the same
Hey, hey! I like men
I don’t care if they’re dirty or clean
I don’t care if they’re chunky or lean
If at times they get grumpy and mean
No, no! I like men
I like men because I just like men
There’s nothing like them in the world
I like men because they love like men
Especially those who don’t date girls
I don’t care if I’m living alone
If I got one or two back at home
When I see one I’m liable to moan
Woah, woah! I like men
I don’t care if they’re scruffy or shaved
If they’re angels or they misbehave
There must be a pheromone there that I crave
Oh, man! I like men
I like men because I just like men
I guess it’s not so hard to explain
They sound like men, they smell and feel like men
I long to kiss them in the rain
Though it’s true they can bring stormy weather
And deep down as people go women are just better
But when I see one in a fisherman’s sweater
Oh God, I like men!
When a stranger walks by on the street
For a second or two our eyes meet
And then we both go our ways so completely sure
That’s a guy who likes men! Because he…
Just likes men, because we just like men
And you know any town you go
You always will find men, yes the right kinds of men
Including one to call your own
I don’t care what he’s got for a name
Tyrone, Abdi, Eduardo or Blaine
At least ten per cent ‘round the world feel the same
Hey, Hey! They like men. We like men. Because they love like men
We like men