It’s not the cowboys that are missing anymore
That problem was already old in ’94
Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong
Where have all the gay guys gone?

And to the romance when I was 14 years old
And to my heroes that were dressed up in gold
Only hoping one day I could be so bold
Where have all the gay guys gone?

If we are all in the gutter
It doesn’t change who we are
‘Cause some of us in the gutter
Are looking up at the stars
[x2]

So tell me

Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
[x2]

Thank you Rufus, thank you Auden and James Dean
Thank you Emerson and Bowie for my dreams
Wilfred Owen, Kinsey, Whitman and Rimbaud
Thank you Warhol, thank you patience, thank you Porter and Cocteau

If we are all in the gutter
It doesn’t change who we are
‘Cause some of us in the gutter
Are looking up at the stars
[x2]

So tell me

Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
[x2]

If we are all in the gutter
It doesn’t change who we are
‘Cause some of us in the gutter
Are looking up at the stars
[x2]

(Yeah, we are looking up at the stars)
Where have all the good guys (Looking up at the stars)
Where have all the good guys (Yeah, we are looking up at the stars)
Where have all the good guys gone? (We are looking up at the stars)
[x2]

It’s not the cowboys that are missing anymore
That problem was already old in ’94
Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong
Where have all the gay guys gone?