Women of the world or whores who, often, are the same
Normal women, stars or duds
Females of all kinds, I love you

Even to the last of the idiots
I want to dedicate these few verses
Born from my disgust of men
And their warlike morality

Because no woman on the planet
Will ever be more stupid than her brother
Nor prouder nor more dishonest
Except perhaps, Mrs. Thatcher

Woman I love you because
When sport becomes war
There are no chicks, or so few
In the hordes of supporters

These fanatical madmen
Drunk on hatred and beer
Defying the idiots in blue
Insulting the bastards in green

There are no female hooligans
Stupid and murderous
There are none, even in Great Britain
Except, of course, Mrs. Thatcher

Woman, I love you because
A car in the hands
You don't become as stupid as them
These poor crazies who crash

For a slightly damaged headlight
Or for a finger raised high
Some even go as far as to shoot
To save their car radio

The middle finger of these idiots
No woman is vulgar enough
To use it at every turn
Except, perhaps, Mrs. Thatcher

Woman I love you because
You're not going to die in the war
Because the sight of a gun
Doesn't make your ovaries shiver

Because in the ranks of hunters
Who shoot down the turtle dove
And occasionally Arabs
I've never seen a female

Not a woman is low enough
To polish a revolver
And feel invincible
Except, of course, Mrs. Thatcher

It's not from a female brain
That the atomic bomb came out
And not a woman has on her hands
The blood of the American Indians

Palestinians and Armenians
Testify from the bottom of their graves
That a genocide is masculine
Like an SS, a bullfighter

In this damn humanity
The murderers are all brothers
Not a woman to compete
Except perhaps, Mrs. Thatcher

Woman I love you, especially, finally
For your weakness and for your eyes
When the strength of man holds
Only in his gun or in his tail

And when the last hour comes
Hell will be populated by idiots
Playing football or war
To see who can piss the furthest

I will turn into a dog
If I can stay on Earth
And as a daily lamppost
I'll offer myself to Mrs. Thatcher

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