In honor of my weekend of testosterone free camping, "We Don't Need No Stinking Men"
One day he said he'd pitch a tent for you
You let him do it because you thought you ought to
But the rain came down and the rain flap flew
You felt so cold as the water soaked through
Some days you're sure that you need his hand
but my Ya Ya tells me we don't need a man
If you want your tent to be up and dry
you don't have to wait for the help of a guy
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