Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Don't Forget The Whip

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Feminists, do not mistake this for a song of male chauvinism and an abuse of women. Feminists, there is a substance in the world, a cherishable, priceless substance, known as irony, which sometimes may even be extended into satire. This song belongs to the catalogue of sketches I wrote for a review in the 1980s, and later incorporated into a play called ‘The Sketchwriter’. The reprise line belongs to Nietzsche. Blame him for it, not me.



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I'll teach you 'bout the ladies, I'll tell you what their game is
the only proper name for it's servility
Right across the nation girls of all denominations
they long for domination/masculinity
Just look into their faces you can see their women's graces
Traces upon traces of passivity
There's nothing girls love more than staying home to do the chores
and to adore the male law which is virility
So treat her like a chattel, the way you'd treat your cattle
tie her up in chains don't let them slip
and take her by the ear and teach her about fear
and when you take her to your bed - don't forget the whip

If she starts to rant and rail just put her in a veil
let her learn that it's the male who holds the power in his grip
Put her in a cage or she can really be engaging
if you put her on a stage and watch her strip
Her body's so inviting what a place to spend the night in
but make sure you put it right in till it hurts
If she tries to burn her bra, then show her what you are
and leave her with a scar or something worse

And treat her like a chattel the way you'd treat your cattle
tie her up in chains don't let them slip
and take her by the ear and teach her about fear
and when you take her to your bed - don't forget the whip

In the battle of the sexes there are only nows and exes
Monogamy’s like taxes take no ifs or ands or buts
Don’t be gentlemen, remember that the rule is no surrender
With a slag or whore or tramp or tart or slut
First she’ll offer you a smile then it’s lead me down the aisle
Into mile after mile of eternity
Buy her bibs and fill her cribs, feed the beast of women’s lib
And worship her as goddess of maternity

Or treat her like a chattel, the way you'd treat your cattle
tie her up in chains don't let them slip
and take her by the ear and teach her about fear
and when you take her to your bed - don't forget the whip




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Words and music by David Prashker

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