Mas-No Mas - Cows

Don’t wanna wear no pants

Don’t wanna wear a dress

There must be something new

There must be something new

I want to be the first to wear it

Want to be the first to dare it

Want to be the first to fly

The archaeopteryx of all future fashion

Grab my clothes, apply some heat

Throw 'em on a flaming heap

No mas

I got a chance — no chance

Fuck the Republicans

Fuck Libertarians

Fuck all the Democrats

I’m sick of all that

Don’t wanna stand in line

Don’t wanna waste my time

I just want the world to kneel

And slip that diamond ring on my finger

But the world just gives me sass

Treats me like a piece of ass

No mas

I got a chance — no chance

I don’t like the eighties shit

Don’t like the seventies

Yeah, fuck the sixties too

There must be something new

I want to be the first who said it

Want to be the one who made it

But the only trouble is

My mouth is bigger than my imagination

Fuck all the hipster shit

Don’t wanna study it

No mas

I got a chance — no chance