The British Police are the best in the worldnI don't believe one of these stories I've heardn'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at allnLining the customers up by the wallnPicking out people and knocking them downnResisting arrest as they're kicked on the groundnSearching their houses and calling them queernI don't believe that sort of thing happens herennSing if you're glad to be gaynSing if you're happy that waynnPictures of naked young women are funnIn Titbits and Playboy, page three of The SunnThere's no nudes in xxx News our one magazinenBut they still find excuses to call it obscenenRead how disgusting we are in the pressnTelegraphs, people and Sunday ExpressnMolesters of children, corruptors of youthnIt's there in the paper, it must be the truthnnSing if you're glad to be gaynSing if you're happy that waynnDon't try to kid us that if you're discreetnYou're perfectly safe as you walk down the streetnYou don't have to mince or make bitchy remarksnTo get beaten unconscious and left in the darknI had a friend who was gentle and shortnHe was lonely one evening and went for a walknQueerbashers caught him and kicked in his teethnHe was only hospitalised for a weeknnSing if you're glad to be gaynSing if you're happy that waynnSo sit back and watch as they close all our clubsnArrest us for meeting and raid all our pubsnMake sure your boyfriend's at least 21nSo only your friends and your brothers get donenLie to your workmates, lie to your folksnPut down the queens and tell anti-queer jokesnGay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughtern'The buggers are legal now, what more are they after?'nnSing if you're glad to be gaynSing if you're happy that way