The More Ordinary

Some of the young males in the pub like to crow
Of the women they have made love to they want others to know
On boasting in public of their virility they are not very wise
Since on doing so the reputation of local women they demoralize

If there was a competition for the town's most honorable men none of them would win a prize
There is truth in the saying a shut mouth never swallows any flies
Of their false idea of manhood they feel far too proud
And like young barnyard roosters they crow far too loud

They are going the wrong way about it if respect they wish to win
At the local on a Saturday evening with a few beers in
Of local women they have made love to in public they talk about
With them it seems the brain cannot control the mouth

Their aging dads boast of their sexual conquests today
Like father like son as the wise one does say
Like their dads as they age they will not grow wise
How an honorable man should behave their sort will never realize

In the pub the more they do drink the louder their voices grow
Of their virility and manhood they do like to crow
Of women they made love to as they swill their beer down
The more ordinary of the ordinary young men of the town.