Talk about "doubles" and "triples": there are very few poems I know of, and perhaps no rock songs, that play the games that Ray Davies' does in Lola, a smash single on both sides of the pond in 1970. There's also no way I can do these lyrics justice in two paragraphs, but I will try. Let's start (in true Davies-like fashion) from the end and work backwards. The last lines in the song are these: 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...