She's a girl that wasn't a scout It just didn't work out She always loved the punkiest beat There never was a doubt I think it's fair for me to say She likes it wicked loud And hard and fast and straight to the point Sometimes she gets worn out Women delivering rhythm from our souls Some people say that we're wenches, we're bitches Livin' the life, even though we're kind of old It might be true that we're wenches, we're bitches She loves the queers, she'll have a cold beer And stay here 'til last call She loves to love and hates to hate Thinks marriage is for all She beat the boys and loved the game Of little league baseball Her man he loves her all the same He's handsome and he's tall Might disagree if you defend The honor of the game Our words are more that beautiful sounds They represent our name For those who cross the chances are We'll love you all the same We are wiley, wenchy, bitchy Madonna whorish dames (ha)