Mother F***king Hot Flash
I have heard your call
Haven’t had a good night’s sleep since
I was three feet tall

Out to the hall
Out to the hall

Watched the men go by me
Promoted by the score
Helen Gurley Brown once said
That we could have it all

We’ve had it all
We’ve had it all

Yes I am a Pirate
I can say it’s so
A female would have walked the plank
Two hundred years ago

I can let go
I can let go

I’ve done my bit of snugglin’
Cut my share of grass
Woulda made enough money to buy Miami
If it weren’t for that ceiling of glass

Pain in the ass
Pain in the ass

Been with some younger fellas
Been with some older ones too
They seemed to get mad if I was successful
At whatever I tried to do

That was my cue
I got a clue

Mother F***king hot flash
Cotton instead of lace
They no longer stare at my beautiful hair
Or my boobs or my butt or my face

Slowin’ the race
A nice steady pace…

I’d like to get drunk for two weeks
But I’ve got some laundry to do
I gotta stop wishin’, the gay girls go fishin’
Guess I should go fishin’ too

Fishin’ would do
Fishin’ with you

Fishin’ would do
Fishin’ with you