Spirit of The West - Ship Named Frank lyrics

They say it's no big deal, girls

He's just one 's' shy of a she, sure

Hey, it's only words

Then why is it he instead of her

Always you're moaning

Kick start that broken down brain

In your head

Get smart, why believe every word that you've read

Get straight, the feminine figures in fact,

Amen, hey men.

She's oh, so, welcome to flock in the name

But it's his rib, her blame

She found the answer but the question remains,

Why's it his bush in flames?

'Till her master's voice, is a personal choice

The good book could be better

I'd like to sail on a ship named Frank

'Till the good lord's setting sun sank

I'd vote labour from my birth

While man is overboard and woman paid

Under her worth

Kick start that broken down brain

In your head

Get smart, why believe every word that you've read

Get straight, the feminine figures in fact,

Amen, hey men.

She's oh, so, welcome to flock in the name

But it's his rib, her blame

She found the answer but the question remains,

Why's it his bush in flames?

'Till her master's voice is a personal choice

The good book could be better

They say don't take his name in vain

No, never take his name in vain

Why always his, oh, won't someone explain to me

I say lets bring him in for questioning