Real man's moan

Today of all days,
I’ve had enough of this world,
Enough,
Yes enough,
I want a real world
Or better yet a man’s world.

Let’s look at our worlds first dilemma,
Women.
Women, women, bloody women!
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again,
Women should be gone, amen!
With their moaning and whining
Cussing and fussing,
And springing bloody cleaning!
We pay for the meals
And pay for the bills
And pay for the clothes
And put up with moans
Of us,
Shut up!
But that’s just it,
You can’t shut them up!
When you say sup
They ask you what’s up?
They have to know everything,
What you ate, what is your weight,
Who you’ve seen, where you’ve been,
Can I get a lift; I’m late for my shift
They eat you alive!
I swear to the lord
The chains I put them in,
Need to be shorter,
Their place is the kitchen
Making me dinner
I’m stuck in the shitter
I wish she was fitter.

Our second dilemma,
Has to be our pride.
Oh not our pride
I mean our “Pride”.
This links to our first,
Who are just waiting to burst,
With the goss for our loss,
If it’s too small or if it’s too big
I swear that’s all I hear them.
“You seen Danny’s it’s small and funny
Have you seen Mickey’s, it’s tiny and slimy,
Have you seen Simon’s it’s fulfilling.”
If there’s one thing we don’t want to know,
It’s how big or small another man is.
When you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all
It’s the motion of the ocean?
Or is bigger better?
We don’t care to be honest,
Be grateful for what you’ve got
But unless yours is 6 feet long,
The women will think you should be hung.

And our final dilemma
The bane of my life!
It’s women again,
And the money they drain,
It’s like cocaine,
I abstain from cash
It’s just like hash,
If you’re caught with it,
BAM!
Taken from your starving hands,
There go your plan,
Because rule number one of being a man:
What’s ours is yours.
Well what’s ours is theirs.

So there you go,
Now you know.
I’ve had enough,
I have to be tuff,
There’s the door love,
All I have to say,
Is that you,
Have turned,
Me gay.