Singalong! The Gross, Gross Man by Bif Naked

I just happened to be indulging in some old school teen angst with Bif Naked's old tunes at the same time as my friend posted on Facebook about getting barked at by a bunch of guys while walking down the street. Then I remember that dear Bificus wrote a poem about this in 1994.

Sorry, it's not a song. I'm sure we can all deal.

by Bif Naked

He keeps looking at me with his groping, watching eyeballs… gross! we women, we are supposed to just drop our eyes and be quiet. just don't look at the gross, gross man and hope he quits ogling

Believe it or not, i want to flip him the bird ya know?

But i don't, cuz we women don't. once i gave the finger to a bunch of construction dudes, but they were yelling really bad stuff about my "cookie." it just got 'em all riled up, and then they yelled, "dyke!" and i had pms so i cried all the way home

Gross, gross man still gawking as i sit here writing... what's he thinking? gee, maybe i'll invite him up to my sex den and he can fondle my boobies... yeah, right!

Stupid gross man, quit staring! gosh, he won't let up. it makes me feel really uncomfortable i wish i could just crawl under a rock! 'cuz we women are supposed to just feel bad about ourselves… like we're doing something wrong. i'm not! i swear! being "we women" sucks! fuck you!

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