
Feminine Ones
Parody of “Fortunate Son”
Vocals by Joan Fogerty and
Some girls are born, made to wear dog tags
For the red, white and blue
But when the band played “Hail to the Chief,”
Ooh, all the girls were screwed
Now it’s me, now it’s me
I’m just as tough as your sons
Now it’s me, now it’s me
Send in the feminine ones
Some people say combat’s just for guys
We shouldn’t send our girls to war
But when they ask us, how much can we give
Ooh, the only answer is “more, more, more,”
Now it’s me, now it’s me
Let me fight with your sons
Now it’s me, now it’s me
I want some combat guns
Now it’s me, now it’s me
I’m just as tough as your sons
Now it’s me, now it’s me
Send in the feminine ones












