A Boy Named Si

First recorded live for "Becky EnVérité at HMP Whitemoor", 1992

Now my daddy didn't leave when I was three,
In fact he's great to ma and me,
And he's been kind as all these years go by.
So I know he had the best intentions,
(he was only following gender conventions)
and because I was a boy, he went and named me "Si".

Well, he must o' thought he was doing me a favour,
As "Simon" has a boyish flavour,
And I guess he thought it the best name for a guy.
But if he'd been a bit more canny,
And known that I would grow up tranny,
He'd know I'd hate to be a girl named "Si".

Well I grew up quick and I grew up tough,
My hands got big and my face got rough,
My voice dropped and my balls... they did the same.
I knew in my heart I was a dude,
(I only dressed when in the mood),
But I still felt lumbered with that dumb boy's name.

And then one day I met my dad,
And told him why I felt so bad,
To not have a name a bit more like "Becky".
He looked at me for quite a time,
and said "look son, Becky's hard to rhyme,"
And I had to admit that, well, he had a... point.

My Dad was right, and I forgave him,
I'll keep Becky as a pseudonym,
As girl's names go, it's really no damn good for rhymin'
My boy name's worked for all these years,
And I think that if I have an heir,
I think that I might call him... something sensible! If he has a
problem with that, let him sort it out himself!