Me mates, Pete and John, convinced me to go out clubbing with them down in Old Soho. I was a bit reluctant at first, but I finally agreed to join them. I could have a few drinks, meet a few birds, and go home happy. Little did I know that that night would change me life forever...

We had just gotten off the bus when Pete suddenly dragged us into a club, "The Silver Fishnets." A seafood club? I asked myself as I stepped through the door. John went to get us a table as I checked the place out. Typical night club with a bar, a dance floor, and a band; they were really cooking that night. What was their name again? The Kings? The Kids? I don't quite remember, anymore. It was at this moment that I saw her. She walked up to me, and she asked me to dance. I asked her her name, and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, la la la la Lola."

"My, you sure do think a lot of yourself, don't you?" I asked, flashing a cheeky grin.

She rolled her eyes and pulled me onto the dance floor. She sang, "Squeeze me, c'mon and squeeze me..." Now, I'm not the world's most physical guy, but when she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke my spine!

As I recall, Lola was quite a sight to behold. She had brown hair, and a silver lamé gown. Her lips were a rosy pink, and she had the most incredible eyes. They were large and brown, and could convince anyone into anything. Now I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walks like a woman and talks like a man, oh my Lola.

We drank champagne (it tasted like cherry cola) and danced all night, under electric candlelight. She picked me up and sat me on her knee. She said, "Dear boy, won't you come 'ome t'me? But first, I'll 'ave a brandy!" Now I'm not the world's most passionate guy, but I looked in her eyes and I almost fell for my Lola.

I think I heard me mates whispering to one another. "WHAT is he DOIN'?!" Pete asked harshly. "Doesn't he realise...?"

"Oh, let 'im be! Let's just see wot 'appens..." snickered John.

They were just jealous because I had pulled and they hadn't.

Pete still wasn't satisfied, so he stormed over to where Lola and I were sitting. "C'mun Daltrey, we gotta go now. We've got a gig tomorrow!"

So I pushed Lola away, I walked to the door, I slipped on some champagne and fell to the floor. I got down on my knees, I looked at her and she at me. And that's the way that I wanted to stay, and I always wanted to be that way for my Lola. Girls will be boys and boys will be girls. It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world except for Lola.

I left home just a week before, much to the chagrin of Pete and John. "Why the bloody 'ell would you want to live in ol' So'o? Tha's not your bag, Rog!"

"Aw, Pait, don't drag 'im down! If this is wot 'e wants to do, let 'im!" John sniggered back. He sure was giggly every time I mentioned Lola! I figured he was happy for me.

I never, ever kissed a woman before I met Lola. Lola smiled and took me by the hand. She said, "Dear boy, I'm gonner make you a MAN!" Now I'm not the world's most masculine man, but I know what I am, and I'm glad I'm a man, and so is Lola. La la la la Lola, la la la la Lola...