I Hate Living With Girls

I got a little secret
I bet you can't guess
If you promise not to tell a soul
I'll tell you what it is
I hate (He hates)
We hate living with girls

I'll tell you why
(Because they're rude and uncouth)
And they tell lies
(Which means they never tell the truth)
You get girl's germs
(When they pash you on the mouth)
Those bad, bad women will wipe us good men out, oh yeah
The walk around naked
(Or wearing skimpy towels)
If you try to be polite
(Their tempers get foul)
They can't play football or gridiron
(Or even grow a beard)
I'll tell you something brothers
Girls are wierd, Oh yeah

I've got to find a way to cope
But there is no hope yet
Give me scotch whisky
Give me cigarettes,
'Cos I hate,
(He hates)
We hate living with girls!

They act real smart
(They read Flaubert and Proust)
They talk on art
(But they never clean the house)
They can't cook
(They can't darn or sew or iron)
Or vacuum clean or hang clothes upon the line, Oh Yeah

I'll have to live by myself
There's no one I've met
Who'll give me Scotch whisky
Give me cigarettes
'Cos I hate, (he hates), We hate
I hate, (he hates), We hate
I hate, (he hates), We hate
(Living with what?)
GIRLS!

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