Of all the types I’ve met in our democracy
I hate the most the athlete
With his manner bold and brassy
He may have hair upon his chest
But sister, so has Lassie, oh, I hate men!
I hate men. They should be kept like piggies in a pen
Don’t wed a travelling salesman
Though a tempting Tom he may be
For on your wedding night he may be off to far Arabi
While he’s away in Mandolay
Tis thee who’ll have the baby, oh, I hate men!
If thou shouldst wed a business man
Be wary, oh, be wary:
He’ll tell you he’s detained in town
On business neccesary
His business is the business with his pretty secretary
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men. Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse an older man through girlish optimism,
He’ll always stay at home at night and make no criticism
Though you may call it love
The doctors call it rheumatism. Oh, I hate men!
From all I’ve read, alone in bed
From A to Zed about them,
Since love is blind, then from the mind
All womankind should rout them.
But, ladies, you must answer too
What would we do without them? Still, I HATE men!