The song ends with RuPaul laughing. It’s a maniacal, glitter-filled cackle that sounds like a villain’s victory dance. But the joke is on you—if you took it too seriously. The takeaway is to laugh at your own absurdity. Because if you don’t, you’ll spend your life building crosses instead of houses.
So next time you feel the urge to climb up on that wooden drama prop, remember: the world needs planks, not nails in your hands. Put on the song. Shake your hips. And for the love of all that is holy, get off the damn cross. There’s a dresser over here that needs a second hand.
And if you’re still clutching your burden? Well, RuPaul has another single. I hear it’s about letting them go. But that’s a story for another cheap beer.
