They say it's no big deal girls
He's just one as shy of she, sure
Hey, it's only words
Then, why is it he instead of her?
Always you're moaning
Kick-start that broken down brain in your head
Get smart, why believe every word that you've read
Get straight the feminine figures in fact
Amen, hey men
She's also welcome to flock in the name
But it's his rib, her blame
She found the answer but the question remains
Why is it his bush in flames?
'Til her master's voice is a personal choice
The good book could be better
I'd like to sail on a ship named Frank
'Til the good lord's setting sun sank
And I'd vote labour from my birth
While man is overboard and woman paid
Under her worth
Kick-start that broken down brain in your head
Get smart, why believe every word that you've read
Get straight the feminine figures in fact
Amen, hey men
She's also welcome to flock in the name
But it's his rib, her blame
She found the answer but the question remains
Why is it his bush in flames?
'Til her master's voice is a personal choice
The good book could be better
They say don't take his name in vain
No, never take his name in vain
Why always his? Oh, will someone explain to me?
I say, "Let's bring him in for questioning"
