Present Company Excepted

I sat down to lunch with a friend; she was
Munching on a slice of bread.
Without apparent reason she started to talk and
This is what she said.

I to this fact have awakened,
And it's as clear as the light of day,
That men are all scum or their taken,
Or they don't like me anyway.

What did I do to deserve a lecture,
To be subjected to this,
Could say that it's not fair, but I guess it's safer
To eat my cake like nothing's amiss.

Men are all scum or their taken,
Or they don't like me anyway.
For the promises they have forsaken,
It's women like me who pay.

Men are all scum,
As a rule of thumb.
Men are all scum,
Insensitive and dumb.
Men are all scum or they've got girlfriends that I couldn't compete with.
Men are all scum or they walk right by me and don't see that I exist.

Men are all scum.
ad lib.

Present company excepted.

some comments

The rhythm in this song is pretty bizzare, the product of listening to The Sundays too much. Strangely enough, the woman whose off-hand comment inspired this song is the same as the one referred to in Statute of Limitations.

A Song by Alexandre Muñiz, munizao@cyberhighway.net