(Ah-ah) My last boyfriend was a bit of a snob But you should've known it from the sound of his job He was a corporate bank investment ho', ho', hoe I don't know why you can't find Mr. Right It's 'cause you find something wrong with every boy that I like And now you've gone through every boy I know Brad is so good-looking But he'll never clean or do the cooking Jimmy is so smart But he's got a Power Mac for a heart The great boys all are gay But where the fuck are they? Where the fuck are they? Where the fuck are the-e-e-ey? Where have all the cowboys gone? They're off sucking cock, and they're making me yawn Yeah, everyone's a media cliché You know you girls have got it made But with most of these guys, all you get is get laid And I can't go out without my pepper spray Mohammed is artistic But he's rather narcissistic Jonathan is funny But the poor boy don't got any money The great boys all are gay But where the fuck are they? Where the fuck are they? Where the fuck are the-e-e-ey? Christopher is dreamy But he acts like a weenie Jared is so hot But he likes misogynistic hip-hop The great boys all are gay But where the fuck are they? Where the fuck are they? Where the fuck are the-e-e-ey? They're in LA They're in New York In San Francisco Bay They listen to Björk They've got things to say I'll turn into a stork (ah-ah) You'll fly away (ah-ah) I'll fly away (ah-ah) Fly away (ah)