Man you’ve gotta problem, who made you fuckin’ king A macho pig with nothing in your head. No girls around you, their place is not at gigs, Don’t want ‘em on the dance floor ‘cos they’re weak. A woman’s place, the kitchen, on her back, It’s time to change that attitude, and quick.
Showing us your phobias, you’re scared to see ‘em think, You’d rather dress ‘em up in pretty lace, All nice and colored pink. You feel so fucking threatened, When they stand out in front, A stupid, passive piece of meat is all you really want
But It’s not just boys fun Not just boys fun It’s not just boys fun Not just boys fun