Women of the world or street
So very often just the same
I love every one I meet
Have they fame or be they plain
Down to the last stupid cow
I praise with every word I utter
I'm disgusted by men now
With their morals from the gutter
'Cause there's no woman in this land
Quite as stupid as her brother
No or so vain or underhand
Except, maybe, Madame Thatcher
Lady I love you now, I do
'Cause when a sport becomes a war
There's no girls, or very few
Amongst those fans who yell for more
Those fanatics of the games
Beer and hate just make them mean
They call the other side such names
And make such calls on their own teams
So very often just the same
I love every one I meet
Have they fame or be they plain
Down to the last stupid cow
I praise with every word I utter
I'm disgusted by men now
With their morals from the gutter
'Cause there's no woman in this land
Quite as stupid as her brother
No or so vain or underhand
Except, maybe, Madame Thatcher
Lady I love you now, I do
'Cause when a sport becomes a war
There's no girls, or very few
Amongst those fans who yell for more
Those fanatics of the games
Beer and hate just make them mean
They call the other side such names
And make such calls on their own teams
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