Metal music's a man's man's world   It must be done with muscles and force   Cannot rock with half a crotch   Cannot boogie if you ain't got balls   The girl's place is backstage   To satisfy the victorious warrior   So ungrab that mike you bitch   I'm a narrow-minded sexist pig      Doro Pesch or Lee Aaron   Who can recall one of their tunes?   Same thing for the so-called Rock Goddess   Runaways, Cheetah or Girlschool   They all wanted to play boys' games   But they won nothing but self-humiliation   Kat's been the only one to succeed   But she was a guy wearing a skirt and a wig      We take their constitution into account   Female bodies are weaker than ours   I'll prove I'm right with this:   Could a woman play that pleasant bridge? No      Go on      Many bands' work spoiled by braying cuties   Singing out of tune two times out of three      History shows us that we're right   All rock geniuses were men   Find me a she-Zappa, find me a she-Elvis   Find me a she-Lennon, find me a she-Hendrix   The girl's place is definitely backstage   To satisfy the victorious warrior   or in a recording studio, to clean the johns   Not in front of a microphone      This one's a tribute to cum tanks   With well-shaped hips and boobs like bumpers   Who know where female talent lies:   Sluts, whores and pornostars   They never wanted to play boys' games   And they won nothing but congratulations   They may be held in high esteem   They sure deserve a better reputation      This one's a tribute to cum tanks   Bad girls don't get bored in hell