There is nothing you can do, we're as good as you,
we will progress forwards, whatever you may do;
I joined the army, they all looked at my figure,
I'm used to it - the silly things we have to endure.

We have a reproductive system, child bearing hips,
but now I'm wearing epaulettes with three red pips;
I'm crawling through mud, even might put down a 'try,'
they can't take it - 'Isn't she just supposed to be a guy?'

So what of the future - maybe we'll be playing the men,
not possible - otherwise things will never be same again;
God mde us to be in company but sarge says it's mysogyny,
don't tell me that you're not bothered, I am who I want to be.

It's time for you to 'man up' because things are changing,
to be accommodating with your thoughts rearranging.