Women of the world or street
So very often just the same
I love every one I meet

Have they fame or be they plain
Down to the last stupid crow
I praise with every word I utter

I'm disgusted by men now
With their morals from the gutter
'Cause there's no woman in this land quite as stupid as her brother

Nor so vain or underhand, except, maybe, Madame Thatcher

Lady I love you now, I do

'Cause when a sport becomes a war
There's no girls, or very few
Amongst those fans who yell for more

Those fanatics of the games
and make such of their own team
There is no female hooligan, imbecilic, filled with murder

No, not even in Britain except, for sure, Madame Thatcher

I love woman just because

When she's sitting at the wheel
There's no man-like sense of loss
No urge to kill is yours to feel

For a slightly damaged headlight
Or for two fingers in the air
There are those who wish to fight

To the death if they but dare
An "up yours"is their favourite sign, there's no woman so vulgar
To use this symbol all the time, except, perhaps, Madame Thatcher


How I love you, dear woman
You don't go to war to die

Because the vision of a gun
Does not make you pant and sigh
Within those hunters of the night

Who jump on creatures that are frail
or a child in their gun sight
I've yet to see a female

There is no woman low enough to spit and polish a revolver
Just to feel so bloody tough! except, for sure, Madame Thatcher


The atom bomb was never made
By a human female brain
And no female hand has slayed

Those U.S. peoples of the plain
Palestinians and Armenians
Bear their witness form the grave

That a genocide is masculine
Like a SS or a Green Beret
In this bloody mass of man, each $$#assin is a brother

There's no woman to rival them! except, of course, Madame Thatcher

And lastly Woman, above all

I love your gentleness so mild
A man draws strength from his own balls
Wich like his gun he shoots from wild

And when the final curtain draws
He'll join the cretins in the harvest
Playing football, playing wars

Or who can piss the farthest!
I would join the doggic host and love my days on earth
As my day to day lampost I would use Madame Thatcher!