"the truth about men" song

[The diplomat]

There is a really funny country song by Tracy Byrd called "the truth about men". Here are the words:

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We don't like to go out shoppin',
We don't care what's on sale.
We just want to sit with a bag full of chips,
Watchin' the NFL.
When you come over at half-time,
An' say: "Does this dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: Looks just right."

Well, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come draggin' in.
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias".
We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".
Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools,
At the Home Depot store.
We don't really wanna take you to dinner,
At some fancy restaurant.
The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one thing that we all want.

Well, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about guys.
We'd rather play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the problems in our lives.
An' though we might say it to you,
Every now and then,
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin',
It's nothing too complex.
It's just somethin' cold for drinkin',
And a whole lot of s-e......

Yes, that's the truth about men.
Yeah, that's the truth about us.
We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff.
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come a-crawlin' in.
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.

We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen;
Sure, it's gonna happen;
You know it's gonna happen again.
An' that's the truth about men.
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[Velociryx]

It's a keeper. Cute song....catchy tune, too.

-=Vel=-

[Imran Siddiqui]

Yep.. great song

Got a nice country sound to it as well .

[Q Classic]

Maenner sind Schweine, by die Aerzte

Hallo, mein Schatz, ich liebe Dich !
Du bist die einzige fur mich !
Die anderen find ich alle doof,
deswegen mache ich Dir den Hof.
Du bist so anders, ganz speziell,
ich merke sowas immer schnell.
Jetzt zieh Dich aus und leg Dich hin,
weil ich so verliebt in Dich bin.

Gleich wird es dunkel, bald ist es Nacht,
da ist ein Wort der Warnung angebracht:

Manner sind Schweine.
Traue ihnen nicht, mein Kind.
Sie wollen alle das Eine,
weil Manner nun mal so sind.

Ein Mann fuhlt sich erst dann als Mann,
wenn er es Dir besorgen kann.
Er lugt, daß sich die Balken biegen,
nur um Dich ins Bett zu kriegen.
Und dann am nachsten Morgen
weiß er nicht einmal mehr, wie Du heißt.
Rucksichtslos und ungehemmt,
Gefuhle sind ihm vollig fremd.

Fur ihn ist Liebe gleich Samenverlust.
Madchen, sei Dir dessen stets bewußt !

Manner sind Schweine,
frage nicht nach Sonnenschein.
Ausnahmen gibt´s leider keine.
In jedem Mann steckt doch immer ein Schwein.
Manner sind Saue.
Glaube ihnen nicht ein Wort.
Sie schwor´n Dir ewige Treue
und dann am nachsten Morgen sind sie fort.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ...

"Manner? Diese schrecklichen haarigen Biester? Die einen immer
antatschen mussen? Und dabei wollen sie alle nur das selbe von
einem Madchen!")

Und falls Du doch den Fehler machst
und Dir nen Ehemann anlachst,
mutiert dein Rosenkorper Dir bald
nach der Hochzeit auch zum Tier.
Doch zeigt er dann sein wahres Ich,
ganz unrasiert und widerlich:
Trinkt Bier, sieht fern und wird schnell fett
und rulpst und furzt im Ehebett

- dann hast Du King-Kong zum Ehemann,
drum sag ich Dir, denk bitte stets daran:

Manner sind Schweine.
(Miese Schweine ... fiese Schweine ... fette Schweine ... dumme Schweine)
Traue ihnen nicht, mein Kind.
Sie wollen alle nur das Eine,
fur wahre Liebe sind sie blind.
Manner sind Ratten.
(Bullenschweine ... miese Schweine ... linke Schweine)
Begegne ihnen nur mit List.

Sie wollen alles begatten,
was nicht bei 3 auf den Baumen ist.

Manner sind Schweine
(Nazischweine ... geile Schweine ... blinde Schweine)
Frage nicht nach Sonnenschein.
Ausnahmen gibt´s leider keine,
in jedem Mann steckt doch ein Schwein.
Manner sind Autos, nur ohne Reserverad.
(Wir wollen keine ... Bullenschweine)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[DRoseDARs]

Well, four hours have passed and Q Cubed has not been forth-coming with the translation for those of us that don't speak Gibberish ( ) ...so here's the Babelfish translation:

Hello, my treasure, I loves you! You are only fur me! The others find I all stupid, therefore I court you. You are so differently, completely special, I notice sowas always fast. Now take off you and lie down, because I am so in love into you. Directly it darkly, soon is it night, there is a word of the warning attached: Manner are pigs. Do not trust them, my child. They want all one, because Manner now times like that are. A man fuhlt himself only then as a man if he can procure it to you. It peeps that the bars bend themselves, only around you in the bed to wars. And then on the nachsten morning it does not even know more, how you is called. Jerk view lot and unrestrainedly, Gefuhle are vollig strange to it. Fur it is love equal to seed loss. Madchen, is always conscious to you its! Manner are pigs, ask not for sunshine. Exceptions gibt's unfortunately none. In each man nevertheless always is a pig. Manner are Saue. Faith them not a word. They schwor'n you eternal loyalty and then on the nachsten morning are them away. Yeah, yeah, yeah... "Manner? These terrible haarigen beasts? Some always antatschen mussen? And they want everything only the same of a Madchen!") And if you make the error nevertheless and you nen married man anlachst, your Rosenkorper you mutates soon after the wedding also to the animal. But it shows then his true I, completely unrasiert and widerlich: If beer drinks, watches television and fast fat and one rulpst and furzt in the marriage bed - then you have King Kong to the married man, drum say I to you, please always remember: Manner are pigs. (bad pigs... fiese pigs... greases pigs... stupid pigs) do not trust them, my child. They want all one, fur true love are blind only them. Manner are rats. (bull pigs... bad pigs... link pigs) meet them only with cunning. They want all begatten, which with 3 on the Baumen is not. Manner are not pigs (Nazi pigs... geile pigs... blind pigs) question after sunshine. Gibt's none, in each man nevertheless a pig unfortunately puts exceptions. Manner are cars, only without spare wheel. (we do not want... Bull pigs) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Q Classic]

well, here's the translation as best as i can do it. this is roughly how i've always understood the song, and i've taken a few liberties with the translation, but it's as close to the meaning as possible, i think.

there are one or two idioms that i'm not quite sure i understand, but.

hello, my darling, i love you!
you are the only one for me!
the others i find are all stupid,
therefore i want to be with you.
you are so different, very special,
i notice things like that quite fast.
now undress and lay right here,
because i'm so in love with you.

just as dark as the coming night,
there are words of warning attached:

men are pigs
trust them not, my child
they would all like one thing,
since men are like that.

a man first feels like a man
after he has you.
he lies and he bends the truth,
only so he can be in bed with you.
and then the next morning
he has no idea who you are anymore.
reckless and unrestrained,
feelings are foreign to them.

for them love is a way to get rid of sperm.
girls, remember this always!

men are pigs,
don't ask for sunshine,
there are no exceptions,
inside of every man is a pig.
men are swine.
don't trust their words,
they promise their eternal loyalty,
and then the next morning they're far away.
yeah, yeah, yeah...

"men? the disgusting hairy beasts?
the ones who always kiss and tell?
and thus are just like little girls?"

and if you ever make the mistake
of making one your husband,
your rosy body will also soon mutate
after the honeymoon into an animal.
then he'll show his true self,
completely unshaven and foul:
drinking beer, watching tv, and quickly turns fat
and farts in bed

then you have king kong as your husband,
so i say to you, always think better than that.

men are pigs
trust them not, my child
they all want one thing,
they don't see your love.
men are rats
keep your wiles about you when you encounter them.

they want to have sex with everything
that exists.

men are pigs
don't ask for sunshine
there are sadly no exceptions
inside every man is a pig
men are cars, only without a spare.

[St Leo]

I find this song sexist and very offensive. The stereotypes do not apply to me or to my friends.

[Dis]

This is the line that bothers me:

"We'd rather play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the problems in our lives."

The problem with women is they think too much, and "manufacture" problems that don't really exist.

When we're not working we are trying to make life as simple as possible. We don't want unecessary complications. Relaxation is the name of the game. No use stressing over problems. Drink a few beers and they all go away .

But seriously I know from personal experience. Thinking too much about your problems is not healthy.

[Imran Siddiqui]

The problem with women is they think too much, and "manufacture" problems that don't really exist.

When we're not working we are trying to make life as simple as possible. We don't want unecessary complications. Relaxation is the name of the game. No use stressing over problems. Drink a few beers and they all go away

Diss... that's the point. They are mocking the 'problems' in our lives, which women think we have. Saying yeah, you say we have 'problems'... but we'd rather play guitars and work on cars.

[Tiamat]

Love the Tracy Byrd song. It came on the radio right after Steve and I had just gotten through with an argument and he had said he was sorry and it wouldn't happen again then the song came on.........he was sunk!!