You dress so nice, with prim and crop
you shop so long, until you all drop.
You take your threats and proclaim
but surely, THIS is NOT your GAME.

You can get the throngs behind ya.
cause it will take all you can find.
Old Mag, a single male will show ya
even though he is half deaf and blind.

It seems it would take a woman
to tell a man what cannot transpire
And here real soon, ya’ll be moanin’
sittin’ around your Girl Scout fire.

Donna dearest,  I hate to say
That ladies drool,  instead of rule
And  this rhyming game we all play
Is gonna  make you be a fool

I see you have them rallying
Behind you now in droves for sure
The ref. will do the tallying
I ‘m the winner,  simple and pure.

So grab the Sun,  the Diamond too,
And all the lady poets here.
For Mag. Is ready,  for round two
Would you please get me another beer?


I ‘ll chew you up and spit you out
Just like the chaw my pappy had.
So sit around and do the pout
'Cause you are gonna be quite mad.

The cops will come to check and see
What is that noise they hear so loud?
It very simply will just be
All you girls crying in your crowd.

So,  come on out,  let’s play the game
Of rhyme and words that you can’t win.
I am half deaf and hobbling lame
but I can still beat the women!!!

Cause that is what you say when a man
comes around...  WHOA...MEN!!