i so wanted this to be the theme for my birthday party but no one else had seen it. instead i got a belated quinceanera.

I’ve got a sweet tooth
For licorice drops and jelly roll.
Hey Sugar Daddy,
Hansel needs some sugar in his bowl.
I’ll lay out fine china on the linen
And polish up the chrome
If you’ve got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy bring it home.

Black strap molasses,
You’re my orange blossom honey bear.
Bring me Versace blue jeans
And black designer underwear.
We’ll dress up like the disco-dancing jet set
In Milan and Rome.
If you got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy bring it home.

Oh the thrill of control,
Like the rush of rock and roll,
It’s the sweetest taste I’ve known,
If you’ve got some sugar bring it home

When honey bees go shopping
It’s something to be seen.
They swarm to wild flowers
And get nectar for the queen.
And every thing you bring me
got me dripping like a honeycomb,
And if you’ve got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

Oh the thrill of control,
Like a Blitzkrieg on the roll,
It’s the sweetest taste I’ve known,
So if you’ve got some sugar
Bring it home.
Oh come on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home!

Whiskey and French cigarettes,
A motorbike with high- speed jets,
A Waterpik, a Cuisinart,
And a hypo-allergenic dog.
Oh, I want all the luxuries of the modern age,
And every item on every page
In the Lillian Vernon catalogue.

(spoken)
Luther: Oh baby, something’s crossed my mind.
I was thinking you’d look so fine
In a velvet dress
With heels and an ermine stole.
Hansel: Oh, Luther darling, heaven knows
I’ve never put on women’s clothes!
Except for once
My mother’s camisole.

So you think only a woman
Can truly love a man.
Then you buy me the dress
I’ll be more woman than a man like you can stand.
I’ll be your Venus on a chocolate clam shell
Rising on a sea of marshmallow foam,
And if you’ve got some sugar for me,
Sugar Daddy, bring it home.

It’s our tradition to control,
Like Erich Honecker and Helmut Khol, [remember him?]
From the Ukraine to the Rhone.
Sweet home uber alles,
Lord, I’m coming home.
So come on, Sugar Daddy, bring me home.

I had originally rented this movie a few years back, and at the time I got about midway through the first scene before I stopped it and returned it to the video store. It just seemed like it was trying to hard to be edgy and bizarre, and I lost interest right away.

I wish I’d given it more of a chance then, because upon having watched it in full tonight, I’ve discovered that it’s actually a really, really good movie. John Cameron Mitchell’s performance is great—equal parts feisty strength and plaintive sadness. Here is a person who’s always sat in the middle of two worlds and never fully fit into either, and you can feel Hedwig’s pain as each person she loves eventually betrays her in some way.

I thought it was really clever the way the songs told the parts of the story that weren’t shown, and the concept behind “The Origin of Love” is right on.

All in all, this is a very well-done movie. It’s too bad the always-amazing Michael Pitt was shamefully underused.

The music is awesome in this. I love the idea that there were three sexes until the gods got angry and split everyone in two and people are just trying to reattach themselves to each other when they get it on. That’s better than a lot of religious myths I’ve heard.

Drag queen. Michael Pitt. Rock music. Hell yeah.