Raised Fist

We're free

  We're male

  We're twenty-one



  Free, male, and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one

  It's not enough to be twenty-one and free

  It's not the same as male and twenty-one



  Free, male, and twenty-one

  This is such a fine distinction

  The career that we've begun

  I just made twenty-one

  I'm old enough to run

  For congressman or clerk of the public works

  Or dogcatcher or something just as dumb

  If I should choose to run



  I make no exaggeration

  Just a statement of the facts

  Now I'm second generation

  And I am manly to the max

  And no one can decree

  Just who I have to be

  The choice is up to me

  And if I could be anything, I'd be



  Male and twenty-one

  It's nice to be a man

  I use it all I can



  I never had a choice for a higher voice

  But I have to say I'm glad to be a man

  Since this is what I am

  Sigmund Freud may have a crisis

  With his own identity

  But there's nothing wrong with me

  Because I enjoy being a boy

  And all that it will say upon my resume'



  Free, male, and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one



  If I could change

  Change anything, everything

  Everything in the world

  Then I would make

  Half of the world

  Free, male, and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one



  And I don't believe in heaven

  What a let down it would be

  And I hope there's not a hell

  But there must be a God 'cause He made me

  Free, male, and twenty-one

  There's got to be a God 'cause He made me

  Male and twenty-one

  Free, male, and twenty-one