My Mother's Clothes (the Drag Rag) Lyrics - Singles - Romanovsky And Phillips

(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age 

of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private 

experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of shoes 

than any drag queen I know. -RR) 

I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes 

She had hordes of high-heeled shoes 

And plenty of pairs of pantyhose 

She had wigs to make me look a thousand different ways 

And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for days 

My mother's clothes, my mother's clothes 

All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes 

I remember dressing up in my mother's clothes 

In the woods behind my house we'd have our fashion shows 

Secretly we'd gather all the old things she'd dispatch 

And soon we'd have a wardrobe with accessories to match 

My mother's clothes, my mother's clothes 

All my dreams came true in my mother's clothes 

We could be a princess from a fairy tale 

Or Florence Nightingale 

Curing all disease in our mother's clothes 

We could be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman) 

Or even Tarzan's Jane 

Swinging through the trees in our mother's clothes 

We could be a beauty queen (There she is) 

Or Mary Magdalene 

Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's clothes 

(I don't know how to love him!) 

We could be Petula Clark (Downtown) 

Or even Joan of Arc 

Burning at the stake in our mother's clothes 

Until we learned it's not okay 

For a boy to dress that way 

Not allowed to fantasize 

We become desensitized 

To all our waking dreams 

And the endless possibilities 

Of roles that we can play 

Now some of us still dress up in our mothers' clothes 

And some of us just like to watch and some look down their nose 

But we've all got an image that we want to convey 

And drag is something each of us does every single day