The Proud Boys won’t let girls
into their organization.
But it’s a shook-up world,
and we're abashed churls,
camping in the middle of our transgressions.
We want girls
to join our party, because they know the rules
for mixing a victory libation.
It’s a shook-up world
(martini-shaker of pewter),
our transcendental federation
of girlish boys and boyish girls.
Most of us are girls, and we have a little curl
right in the middle of our determination.
It’s a shook-up world.
So, going with how most people feel,
we’re hereby resigning from Boy-Nation.
Not interested if it’s just more boys.
It’s a shook-up world.
