A Drag Race Song

Here it is
You know how it goes
I didn’t invent the wheel
I just made it better
Hey Alaska, are you ready?
It’s a well trodden path
You’ve been down it before
A softly spoken intro from a sex hotline whore
A build-up in tension
A beat to dance to
A tag line that literally put on a t-shirt all the way through
It’s a drag race
Paper bag face
It’s in bad taste
It’s a drag race song
All my yas-gays
On your sad days
Sing a catchphrase
It’s a drag race song
Insert seductive nonsense here
I could sing about fashion
Show my Kibbles and Bits
I could belt like Mariah
But I’d rather play with my tits
Is this what you came for?
Pay to hear me lament
Oh it’s cheaper than therapy but not by much I bet, no no
Cash, PayPal or Venmo my pussy, meow
It’s a drag race
Paper bag face
It’s in bad taste
It’s a drag race song
All my yas-gays
On your sad days
Sing a catchphrase
It’s a drag race song
Fierce, slay, walk
I’m in my heels
Fierce, slay, walk
I’m in my heels
Now here’s the part where I sing about some other queens you may have heard of
Because I’m a team player
Ru is the mother
Her legs to the sky
Crystal’s a stunt queen
And Gothy said «Bye»
Blu is real shady
Viv is serving the face
Scaredy is just a baby
And I get the distinct impression that Michelle Visage doesn’t like me
Oh, why me?
It’s a drag race
Paper bag face
It’s in bad taste
It’s a drag race song
All my yas-gays
On your sad days
Sing a catchphrase
It’s a drag race
Fierce, slay, walk
I’m in my heels
Fierce, slay, walk
I’m in my heels