chapter  3
Cold War cowboys at home on the range: The Second Greatest Sex (1955)
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We’re just the second greatest sex/ the unimportant sex/ to women. Each time we stick out our necks/ to be the greatest sex/ we get a trimmin’. We could rebel/ from each jezebel/ but who’s brave enough to risk it? If we sit up/ and beg like a pup,/ what do we get? A biscuit. Sometimes they let us have our fun/ pretend they let us run/ the nation. But in the true and final score/ they only need us for/ the population. Oh what a price/ for old shoes and rice/ and warfare that never ends. We may be great lovers, men/ but they tell us where and when/ We are not the greatest sex, my friends.