What are you complaining for,

you whingeing bloody cows!

You’ve got your legislation,

you’re even in the army now.

Can’t even make a joke about your tits

or touch your bum.

Can’t even whistle,

bloody hell, it’s only a bit of fun.

Complain about oppression,

I confess I just can’t see

what the hell you’re on about,

(here love, get us a cup of tea,)...

Advertising images, supposed unequal pay,

god, you’re all the same

once you get started!

You go on all bloody day.

You wouldn’t need the childcare,

if you’d bloody stay at home.

And as for rape and reclaim the night,

just don’t go out alone.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELL, there’s only one thing

I can say to that...

I don’t care what you think of me,

I’ll do what I want ’cause my soul is free.

And you can kiss my ass if you disagree,

but you got no damn power over me,

you sucker,

you corporate male ******.

Written & performed by Trish Jones at the International Women’s Day Rally, King George Sq, Brisbane, 6 March 1999. Reproduced with the permission of the author
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