This song was found stuffed between the laths in behind the wall plaster of an ancient farmhouse in Hibbing, Montana, that previously belonged to a family named ZImmerman. It was smuggled from there into the hands of my psychotic Quebecois brother, who is bitter and isolated in the Far North, and he insisted I forward it to the Mudcat Challenge. I am therefore (I wish to make it quite clear) acting only as a relay point and am not responsible for any of the attitudes, explicit or implicit, in the following verses.A
Feminism One-Oh-One
(Tune: The Times They Are A-Changing)
Come you ladies around me, wherever you roam,
For your servitude now has too burdensome grown
Stand up, oh stand up, make your own life your own!
If your future to you is worth saving!
Or at least wave your hand with a moue and a moan,
For your minds they are a changing!Speak up to the menfolk, ye ladies so fair!
(As soon as you've finished adjusting your hair)
Let them know, for the last time, let them know you are there!
And their old ways will soon need some mending!
Rip those antimacassars right off of the chairs,
For your minds they are a-changing!Stand up for the right for to follow your star!
And eschew the confusion that has stopped you so far,
But make sure that its him who programs your VCR
If you want General Hospital's station!
And remind him as well please to tune up the car,
For your mind, it is a changing!Attack him whenever he stares at your jugs,
Stand up and put down all those dumb droolin' mugs
Unless you require them to squash ugly bugs
Or to rehang that Mondrian painting!
Or rewire the speakers, when you want to hear Fugs
For your mind it is a-changing!Stop and ask for directions (if you won't read a map)
That will free you from ages-old, male-designed trap
Make it clear that you're done with that dishonest crap!
(Except for some powder, when aging!
And a job on your chest, and that faux climax rap)
For your minds, they are a changing.
Oh, your minds, they are a-changing.
And changing.
And changing.
And changing (fade out)