I have to have a job and a fast car
I need a thousand dollar weekly wage
I have to look like someone half my age
And have big muscles bursting all over
I have to spend time with my family so dear
And keep feeding them every single day
I also have to have a sport to play
And I also must drink lots of cold beer
I must know my car is my only deity
And I’m not allowed to learn how to cook
I must never, ever, act like a sook.
So I can’t give a hug or have a cry
This modern world just doesn’t understand
Just how damn hard it is to be a man
25th October 2004
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