Real Men

What's a man now?

What's a man mean?

Is he rough or is he rugged?

Is he cultural or clean?

Now it's all changed

It's gotta change more

I think it's gettin' better

But nobody's really sure

Take your mind back

I don't know when

Back when it always seemed to be just us and them

Girls who wore pink

Boys that wore blue

Boys that always grew up better men than me and you

And so it goes

Go 'round again

But now and then we wonder where the real men are

Oh, whoah

Oh, whoah, oh, oh, oh

Oh, whoah

Oh, whoah, oh, oh, oh

Ahhh

Even nice boys, dancin' in pairs

Golden earing, golden tan, blowing in their hair

Sure they're all straight

Straight as they lie

All the gays are macho, can't you see the leather shine

You don't wanna act dumb,

Don't wanna offend

So don't call me a faggot now unless you are a friend

and tall

And handsome and strong

You can wear the uniform and I can play a role

And so it goes

Go 'round again

But now and then we wonder where the real men are

Oh, whoah

Oh, whoah, oh, oh, oh

Oh, whoah

Oh, whoah, oh, oh, oh

Ahhh