Rockets Red Glare burning in the night
Way cool Out of sight
Then Oh U.S.A(ss)
you gave freedom to the home of the brave...
what a knave.
Guess women don't count cause we don't have a Rocket Down There.

**** the Glare!
I don't need it.
I'm taking my freedom
over my speech
over my action
over my body

Watch out Song of America
I'm singing a new tune
Way out from you.
It's a little ditty called
******'s Red Glare
I know you will love it.

Oh say can you see,
My dust as I leave...
all you old dead white *****
behind.

And the ******'s Red Glare?
Well...

Okay...
it's a work in progress
Just like getting freedom for women.

Swallow it.
My ****
full of yeast
spewing bread

Swallow that!
Just like you asked me to.

De-Lish-Ous?
Well... That's what you said when
you asked me to give you a *******

Get down there...Pig!
and feed at my trough
Full of ****** yummy
wholesome goodness.

Ya know, ten out of ten men prefer
Bread made with yeast
What a feast!

At first, I was a tree —a blade of grass...—a cloud....
My eye saw and my skin felt — I did breath in the butterfly
So close to Nature–as–God was I that...
Romanced her she did to me

Then, with a rending that tore all asunder,
Iron AND
Steel AND
Coal AND
THUNDER of...

Machines pounding pounding pounding and...
Ripping and ripping and ripping
With a mighty roaring of engines came

The Victorian Era bound up in all its pain.

I threw away the Nair
and stopped shaving.

Bye Brazil
So long Landing Strip

Strip–tease...oh please what a joke
There aint gona be no,
de-forest–tation
Do I hear pro-tes-tations of a whole nation
hair craze?
in a daze?
Fanatics about hair?
Yelling and screaming about down there?

Well hell, that's just too **** bad.
cuz I'm going in
an livin in
an growin a
Jungle

So big so wide...
so Free
no more shavin for me.

And what did the men do?
What men?
Where are they?
Guess they are lost in the jungle.
They lovin it in there.

Do you see that?
Fur covered legs
Do you see that?
Arm pit freedom

I stopped shaving
and plucking
and tweezing
No more E-lec-troly
Hey sis!

The hair has started growing
the more FREE I am becoming
No! I don't shave no ******* More
Except for my head.

You can wear the long hair for a while.
See you in the salon.

I flicked your rhoids
Hems and all

Painful much?

And they bled like a stuck pig.

Now, now, now...
Once a month you will know how
women feel.

Oh my muscle man
With your deep tan
Down by the beach/boredom-walking Next to you.
And you think
Oh man of mine
that I care.
Ha! I prefer
Brains over brawn
Care over Callous
Keeping freedom over my body to that STICK you call Tex