1978

This song, on the Debauchery In New York City double album by electronica-divas The Count And His Men tells of the year of the birth of the Lord. "Or as we know him, Eddie!" exclaimed tart Garald S Kirk.

Lyrics

Shakedown, nineteen-seventy-eight

Why can't I ever get a date

I'm feelin' distinctly put down

Then Billy, he restored my crown

Junebug, skipping like a queer

We know there's nothing to fear

We're gay, I am so happy

With Billy upon my lap-py

And I wish to shake these blues

As we frolicked in the loos

One day, we shall be as one

I feel my trousers come undone

Just where my bone will rest,

In you, I guess.