OK.
I was driving into Bromley this morning to get some crappy old shopping among the herberts, when the radio station put on some old rubbish song by some female singer. I didn’t recognise it, but it was definitely going to be called “If I Were A Boy”.
There then followed a dismal bag of old shite, effectively labelling blokes as drunken layabouts, with all the loyalty of Nick Saban (Miami Dolphins reference), who would cheat on their woman as soon as look at them. Of course, birds hurt a lot more than blokes. Who wrote this bag of old shite? Harriet Harperson?
I have since found out this load of old pony is sung by Beyonce.
Oh dear. She’s trying to do her version of Superwoman (by Karyn White). The lyrics are extraordinary. Quit your bloody moaning.
