'15: Somebody's Fetish - The Magnetic Fields

Everybody’s somebody’s fetish

Whether grand dame or cutely coquettish

Mainly like Mame or «No, No, Nanette"-ish

Everybody’s somebody’s fetish

Every persuasion has its adherents

Whether you pitch or run interference

If you’re forte is brains or appearance

Every persuasion has its adherents

Nothing’s too strange for somebody’s palate

Some spank the maid and some wank the valet

Some want to be struck down with a mallet

Nothing’s too strange for somebody’s palate

Everything is somebody’s perversion

One finger in or total submersion

Some need control and some want coercion

Everybody’s somebody’s fetish

And I, even I, with my wildebeest’s face

My eccentricities and my freedom from grace

Even for me has Cupid found a place

At last

One man’s poison is another man’s meat

Some go for inches and some go for feet

Some want the music and some like the beat

One man’s poison is another man’s meat

Everyone is somebody’s fancy

From 23rd Street down to Delancey

Whether by science or necromancy

Nothing’s so weird that nobody does it

And I, who have wandered alone for so long

On my little island just like King Kong

Here at the end I have written a song

For you