Them girls are smarter
Than me, hell it's scary
Can't call them girls
Anymore, they're
Just about to break
Everything we ever
Thought about women
And men, women and
Women, fans
And stars and makeup
Applause, beauty
Obscenity, feminine
Masculinity, wish I could
Be the man that
Could take them to
Church on a Sunday
Picnic with egg salad
Swim in the mountains
Skiing at Aspen
Would they hammer me
Senseless and break
Down my fences and
Save me from burning
Revealing my turning
Drink all my essence
Steal all that's pleasant
Would they be a good Mama
Would they stab my
Wooden heart with a stake
Them girls are better
Than me, smarter, pretty
Salacious, flirtatious
Young, young, younger
Than I was 40 years ago
Maybe Frank Zappa
Might have compared
But he not that hot
Maybe in 10 years no one
Might care, but I think
They're the best that We've got
Them women is scary
Them girls is smarter
Their storm in the
Kitchen giving birth to the
Death of our old way of
Doing whatever has kept
Us from failing at power
Perhaps the new hour is
All that they need
I think the singer might
Kill me, the guitar player
Punk me, I'd marry the
Drummer and cuss out
The bass player
And just in the honor of
Saying wow, what a
Crazy f*cking band
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Them girls are smarter
Than me, hell it's scary
Can't call them girls
Anymore, they're
Just about to break
Everything we ever
Thought about women
And men, women and
Women, fans
And stars and makeup
Applause, beauty
Obscenity, feminine
Masculinity, wish I could
Be the man that
Could take them to
Church on a Sunday
Picnic with egg salad
Swim in the mountains
Skiing at Aspen
Would they hammer me
Senseless and break
Down my fences and
Save me from burning
Revealing my turning
Drink all my essence
Steal all that's pleasant
Would they be a good Mama
Would they stab my
Wooden heart with a stake
Them girls are better
Than me, smarter, pretty
Salacious, flirtatious
Young, young, younger
Than I was 40 years ago
Maybe Frank Zappa
Might have compared
But he not that hot
Maybe in 10 years no one
Might care, but I think
They're the best that We've got
Them women is scary
Them girls is smarter
Their storm in the
Kitchen giving birth to the
Death of our old way of
Doing whatever has kept
Us from failing at power
Perhaps the new hour is
All that they need
I think the singer might
Kill me, the guitar player
Punk me, I'd marry the
Drummer and cuss out
The bass player
And just in the honor of
Saying wow, what a
Crazy f*cking band
Than me, hell it's scary
Can't call them girls
Anymore, they're
Just about to break
Everything we ever
Thought about women
And men, women and
Women, fans
And stars and makeup
Applause, beauty
Obscenity, feminine
Masculinity, wish I could
Be the man that
Could take them to
Church on a Sunday
Picnic with egg salad
Swim in the mountains
Skiing at Aspen
Would they hammer me
Senseless and break
Down my fences and
Save me from burning
Revealing my turning
Drink all my essence
Steal all that's pleasant
Would they be a good Mama
Would they stab my
Wooden heart with a stake
Them girls are better
Than me, smarter, pretty
Salacious, flirtatious
Young, young, younger
Than I was 40 years ago
Maybe Frank Zappa
Might have compared
But he not that hot
Maybe in 10 years no one
Might care, but I think
They're the best that We've got
Them women is scary
Them girls is smarter
Their storm in the
Kitchen giving birth to the
Death of our old way of
Doing whatever has kept
Us from failing at power
Perhaps the new hour is
All that they need
I think the singer might
Kill me, the guitar player
Punk me, I'd marry the
Drummer and cuss out
The bass player
And just in the honor of
Saying wow, what a
Crazy f*cking band
Writer: Bryan Bridges
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