They ask, what do I have against men?
They ask, why in the hell do I hate them so much?
And how am I not supposed to hate them,
When they're the cause of so much sorrow?
My grandfather made a mockery of my grandmother,
My father hurt my mother,
And this son of his fate1,
Keeps coming back late.
"Either you straighten up hereinafter,
Or I'll find you a helper. "
Are you listening to me, fool!
I hate them for being vain,
They see a skirt and they let loose like dogs,
And when the time comes,
They're good for nothing, these liars.
And they say they're very manly,
Because they're out and about with many women,
Conceiving children wherever they go,
Leaving others to take care of them.
Wicked men, we sing to them,
"Either you straighten up, or we'll castrate you".2
I hate them for being vain,
They see a skirt and they let loose like dogs,
And when the time comes,
They're good for nothing, these liars.
And they say they're very manly,
Because they're out and about with many women,
Conceiving children wherever they go,
Leaving others to take care of them.
Wicked men, we sing to them,
"Either you straighten up, or we'll castrate you",
Wicked men, we sing to them,
"Either you straighten up, or we'll castrate you".
1. Play of words, as in 'hijo de su puta madre'.2. Read the comments for why this change was made.