OldWomanSinging

dedicated to a certain troon

Wokey blokey hokey cokey You take your brain right out Shake it all about Remove all analysis And merely rant and shout Block all disagreements So you only hear one side Follow with a calling out Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey That’s what it’s all about I’m a straight white man But I do what I can To spread around misogyny You know that is the plan I’ll say men can be women Even though I know they can’t And I’ll say it with my face dead pan Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey That’s what it’s all about I call women names And shoot them down in flames About men in women’s spaces Who have abhorrent aims I’ll say it never happens Even when I know it does And I’ll refuse all counter claims Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey That’s what it’s all about I make it all about men And do it time and time again And I’ll call in my brothers Every now and then We must control the convo And make it about us That’s what it’s all about Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey Oh the wokey blokey That’s what it’s all about Watch them do the wokey blokey hokey cokey Watch them do the wokey blokey hokey cokey Watch them do the wokey blokey hokey cokey That’s what it’s all about Woke bloke hoke coke rah rah rah

The thought police are coming Though you have done no crime They tell you, you have evil thoughts You do it all the time You must pretend that all is well You must shut your bloody eyes You must ignore the stuff you know Say you believe the gender lies Chorus. They will tell you what to think They will tell you what to say They will prescribe your reading And tell you must pray And bow down to the gender gods Policed by local cop Big brother’s really watching you And they will never stop The thought police are coming They’re coming to your homes To tell you sex has naught to do With those old-fashioned chromosomes The cops say it is feelings They’ve done the bloody courses They won’t believe the science Even with the proper sources. The thought police are coming To make sure you comply They tell you 2 and 2 is five They’ll make you tell the lie They’ll tell you as they twist your arm That science is so passé As they take away all women’s rights Because men must have their way. The thought police are coming Don’t tell them your boy likes pink They’ll send them off to mermaids And take you off to clink Don’t tell them that your girl likes blue Or that she might be a dyke They’ll tell you, you don’t know your kids And then the bastards strike The thought police are coming But we will never bend We’ll fight them, yes, we’ll fight them Until the bitter end

Never smile at an autogynephile No you can’t get friendly with an autogynephile Don’t be taken in by his narcissist grin He’s imagining how well he’ll fit within your skin Never smile at an autogynephile Never meet his eye or stay to talk a while Turn around, run away do not join the games he’ll play He wants your place, he’ll take your face That autogynephile Bridge/ You may very well feel that you’re woke But a bloke will always be just a bloke Human beings can never change sex Deny the lie Don’t comply Rep ^ Never smile at an autogynephile No you can’t get friendly with an autogynephile Don’t be taken in by his narcissist grin He’s imagining how well he’ll fit within your skin Never smile at an autogynephile Never meet his eye or stay to talk a while But please be rude and always mock Or he might show his lady cock Crossing boundaries makes him smile That autogynephile

I’m the notorious phobe that you’ve heard about But I don’t scream and I don’t shout I’ll blind you with science the best I’ve got Got to get together and stop the rot And all the trannies say She’s a transphobe, she’s a nazi She’s just nasty, maybe she’s a man She’s a transphobe, she’s a nazi She’s just nasty, we must kill her if we can I’m the notorious phobe in your neighbourhood And I don’t like women who look like they’ve got wood Take your female penis and shove it mister You’ll never be a woman and you’re not my sister And all the trannies say She’s a transphobe, she’s a nazi She’s just nasty, maybe she’s a man She’s a transphobe, she’s a nazi She’s just nasty, we must silence her if we can I’m the notorious phobe and I just don’t care You can’t change your sex by changing your hair Or wearing a dress and high heeled shoes Sex isn’t one of those things you can chose And all the trannies say She’s a transphobe, she’s a nazi She’s just nasty, maybe she’s a man She’s a transphobe, she’s a nazi She’s just nasty, we must kill her if we can I’m the notorious phobe and you won’t take my voice I’m always going to say that sex is not a choice That you all need to stop with your women hating We’re on the right side of science, going to keep agitating And all the trannies say They’re transphobes, they’re nazis They’re just nasty, maybe they are men They’re transphobes, they’re nazis They’re just nasty, we must end them if we can Go home trannies, you’re drunk!

Welcome to the show. There are many things you can’t decide When you are not fully grown You cannot wed, you cannot vote Or choose your doctor on your own You cannot join the army, you cannot go and fight Or get a driving licence you don’t yet have that right CH. Don’t you smoke little child, Call the cops if you get wild Can’t drive a car go to a bar Can’t have sex that goes too far Listen to your parents no matter what they say And definitely don’t be gay But if you want to change your sex Though some may say you can’t Then we’ll take you to the doctors Because it’s something they can grant We’ll fill you full of hormones before your first teenage birthday And we will medicate the gay away If you want to be a princess Who is all sparkly and pink And you were born a male child Well what will people think We’d rather get you sorted than have a son that’s called a Nancy So pick a girls name son, whatever one you fancy If you want to be a trucker Or wear flat leather boots And ditch the frocks and lipstick And only dress in suits We can’t be having relatives thinking you might be a dyke We can make you be a man that will be so lifelike What’s that I can hear? The gender clinic calls They want to take your breasts away Or remove your cock and balls No, it won’t hurt a bit at all my dear, a small amount of pain Won’t it be worth the end results just look at all you’ll gain You can be the person That you always were inside You won’t be homosexual And you won’t have to hide So take your medicines my dears and we’ll plan the operations Here comes straight, lets celebrate goodbye to all frustrations And if you decide to parent It’s easy now as pie You can buy a woman’s body And no one will ask you why You’ll always be the special one the medicine makes it so To be ordinary is for others. Welcome to the show

Banned from YouTube! If it wasnae for the tr****es where would we be? We wouldn’t be in so much shit as we can clearly see We’d have more time for other stuff And maybe we’d be free If it wasnae for the bloody tr****es Oh tr****es they are full of shit, Oh tr****es are the pits Cause all they want to bloody do Is talk about their bits You can tell what sex he is, even if he knits He’s obviously a bloody tr****y If it wasnae for the tr****es where would we be We wouldn’t be in so much shit as we can clearly see We’d have more time for other stuff And maybe we’d be free If it wasnae for the bloody tr****es They’re best friends with the mra’s Proper bloody chums The lefty dudes all lap them up The bloody little scums But no matter what they shout about and the desperate outcomes They all know the sex of their mammy If it wasnae for the tr****es where would we be We wouldn’t be in so much shit as we can clearly see We’d have more time for other stuff And maybe we’d be free If it wasnae for the bloody tr****es Now you and I we know our stuff Biology is queen But some stuff inflicted on us Just can’t be unseen There’s paedophiles and rapists And we have to intervene In the agenda of the bloody tr****es If it wasnae for the tr****es where would we be We wouldn’t be in so much shit as we can clearly see We’d have more time for other stuff And maybe we’d be free If it wasnae for the bloody tr****es