|LIBERATED LADY 1999|
She's a liberated lady and she's lookin' out for herself.
And she don't need your protection, and she does not want your help.
And if you're lookin' for some pretty flower, you better go look somewhere else,
'Cause I warn you, she's a liberated lady.
She got off work at the foundry... she was feelin' kind of beat.
On the bus she had to stand and let some fellah have her seat.
And she pinched the ass of a guy who passed her
Walkin' down the street.
When he called a cop, she didn't quite understand
So she stopped off on the corner for her usual shot of rye
When some guy lit her cigarette, she punched him in the eye.
Then he kicked her in the balls, it was enough to make her cry,
But she stood there and she took it like a man.
She's a liberated lady, and she smokes them big cigars.
You're gonna find her drinkin' boilermakers at the corner bar.
And in thirty seconds flat, she'll change a flat tire on your car.
Look out -- she's a liberated lady.
She come home to find her darlin' husband cryin' in distress
She said, "Why ain't supper ready and why is this house a mess".
He said, "The kids have drove me crazy, and I need a brand new dress.
And how come you don't take me dancin'?"
She sat down to smoke her pipe, and she thought back to the time
When she was satin, silk and lace with nothin' on her mind.
But now she's gotta mow the lawn and pay the bills on time
And pray to Ms. God, she don't get drafted.
They got into bed that evening, and she strapped her dildo on
She climbed on top of him and said, "Ok, let's get it on".
He said, "You know I've got my period and my headache isn't gone ".
And he fell asleep -- the chauvinistic bastard. . .
From Freakin' at the Freakers Ball album, ©1972, Evil Eye Music, Inc.