Ship Named Frank

They say it's no big deal girls
 He's just one as shy of she, sure
 Hey, it's only words
 Then, why is it he instead of her?
 Always you're moaning
 Kick-start that broken down brain in your head
 Get smart, why believe every word that you've read
 Get straight the feminine figures in fact
 Amen, hey men
 She's also welcome to flock in the name
 But it's his rib, her blame
 She found the answer but the question remains
 Why is it his bush in flames?
 'Til her master's voice is a personal choice
 The good book could be better
 
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 I'd like to sail on a ship named Frank
 'Til the good lord's setting sun sank
 And I'd vote labour from my birth
 While man is overboard and woman paid
 Under her worth
 Kick-start that broken down brain in your head
 Get smart, why believe every word that you've read
 Get straight the feminine figures in fact
 Amen, hey men
 She's also welcome to flock in the name
 But it's his rib, her blame
 She found the answer but the question remains
 Why is it his bush in flames?
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 'Til her master's voice is a personal choice
 The good book could be better
 They say don't take his name in vain
 No, never take his name in vain
 Why always his? Oh, will someone explain to me?
 I say, "Let's bring him in for questioning"