Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is, think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it, do something about it

We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's tryna be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that she's above us

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah

>Saxophone Solo

We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend

Well, woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave
Yeah, alright, hit it!

>Guitar Solo

We insult her every day on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she's young, we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart, we put her down for being so dumb

Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes, she is
If you believe me, better scream about it
Uh-huh, eh-heh

We make her paint her face and dance x7