Song for the Man

I don't like your attitude, boy What makes you feel And why you gotta be Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world So sick and evil? I, don't, want to know What makes you feel Like you've got whip appeal Who made you the judge and jury? Ain't you never heard of privacy? What makes this world So sick and evil? You figure it out You figure it out You figure it out