Thank you, sirs

For the right to vote

Bet you didn't know

I had a voice in my throat

Now let's see

Should I vote for 'A' or 'B'?

'A' talks a lot

But not to me

And 'B' wants war

Kill or flunk—

Forget the vote

I'll just go out and get drunk

They say a woman's place
Is to wait and serve

Under the veil

Submissive and dear

But I think my place

Is in a ship from space

To carry me

The hell out of here

Patriarchal great religions

Full of angels

Forgiving and fair

While they push the buttons

And blow up the place

(might as well)
Make room for a worthier race

They say a woman's place

Is to wait and serve

Under the veil

Submissive and dear

But I think my place

Is in a ship from space

To carry me

The hell out of here

All the colors in a race riot

In the land of the free

All the women are on a diet

I'm hungry
Are you hungry

For peace and quiet?

So thank you, sirs

For the right to vote

The microwave

And the old mink coat

Now let's see

Should I vote for 'A' or 'B'?

'A' talks a lot

But not to me

And 'B' wants war

Kill or flunk—

Forget the vote

I'll just go out and get drunk

They say a woman's place...