They say it's no big deal, girls
He's just one 's' shy of a she, sure
Hey, it's only words
Then why is it he instead of her
Always you're moaning

Kick start that broken down brain
In your head
Get smart, why believe every word that you've read
Get straight, the feminine figures in fact,
Amen, hey men.
She's oh, so, welcome to flock in the name
But it's his rib, her blame
She found the answer but the question remains,
Why's it his bush in flames?
'Till her master's voice, is a personal choice
The good book could be better

I'd like to sail on a ship named Frank
'Till the good lord's setting sun sank
I'd vote Labour from my birth
While man is overboard and woman paid
Under her worth

Kick start that broken down brain
In your head
Get smart, why believe every word that you've read
Get straight, the feminine figures in fact,
Amen, hey men.
She's oh, so, welcome to flock in the name
But it's his rib, her blame
She found the answer but the question remains,
Why's it his bush in flames?
'Till her master's voice is a personal choice
The good book could be better

They say don't take his name in vain
No, never take his name in vain
Why always his, oh, won't someone explain to me
I say lets bring him in for questioning


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Ship Named Frank song meanings
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