FYR

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ten short years of progressive change Fifty fucking years of calling us names Can we trade Title IX for an end to hate crime? RU-486 if we suck your fucking dick? One step forward, five steps back One cool record in the year of rock-rap Yeah, we've got all the power, getting stabbed in the shower And we've got equal rights (on ladies' night) [Pre-Chorus] Feminists, we're calling you Please report to the front desk Let's name this phenomenon It's too dumb to bring us down [Chorus] F.Y.R., fifty years of ridicule F.Y.R., take another picture F.Y.R., fifty years of ridicule F.Y.R., take another picture [Spoken Interlude] I wonder whether we could be happy in a place like that [Verse 2] Mrs. Doubtfire on Mother's Day On-the-job stalker for equal pay Toss us a few new AIDS drugs as national healthcare bites the dust While you were on vacation black people didn't get reparations You know, these days no one's exploited Sorry dude, can't hear you with my head in the toilet [Pre-Chorus] Feminists, we're calling you Please report to the front desk Let's name this phenomenon It's too dumb to bring us down [Chorus] F.Y.R., fifty years of ridicule F.Y.R., take another picture F.Y.R., fifty years of ridicule F.Y.R., take another picture [Spoken Interlude] I wonder whether we could be happy in a place like that [Bridge] You've really come a long way, baby It's you, not the world, that's totally crazy 'Cause we really rocked the fucking vote with election fraud in poor zip codes Celebrate gay marriage in Vermont by enforcing those old sodomy laws One step forward, five steps back We tell the truth, they turn up the laugh track [Spoken Interlude] I wonder whether we could be happy I wonder whether we could be happy I wonder whether we could be happy I wonder whether we could be [Pre-Chorus] Feminists, we're calling you Please report to the front desk Let's name this phenomenon It's too dumb to bring us down [Spoken Outro: Paula Poundstone] I had a friend who did that She used to ride the subway in New York City From the beginning of the line at New Lots Avenue All the way up to 241st Street in the Bronx And nobody would bother her
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Credits
- Writers
- Johanna Fateman
- Kathleen Hanna