| She sees them out on the street in the mornin' | 
| The hard legs in the slim headwalk | 
| When they look down, there’s no blood in the water | 
| And people listen to them when they talk | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d like to get something off her chest | 
| She knows that time isn’t on her side | 
| They told her she gets to have it all | 
| A pretty story but she knows they lied, lied | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| Just as the ghost of Miss Monroe | 
| Be the best in the world and have nothin' to show | 
| Be a meal for the wolves or a rich man’s prize | 
| Peak around that door, see their hunger in their eyes | 
| Well, it comes as no surprise | 
| And when she’s lookin' good, so good, mighty good | 
| She feels a target on her back | 
| And if she doesn’t try to soothe your ego | 
| She stands accused of a mood so black, so black | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d much rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| Oh yes, she’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| Well, she’d rather be a boy, dontcha know? | 
| Oh, she’d much rather be a boy, dontcha know | 
| Dontcha know, dontcha know? | 
| (Boy, dontcha know | 
| Boy, dontcha know | 
| Boy, dontcha know | 
| Boy, dontcha know) | 
| Well, she’d rather be a— | 
| She’d rather, she’d rather | 
| She’d rather, she’d rather | 
| She’d rather be a little boy, dontcha know? | 
| She’d rather, she’d rather | 
| She’d rather, she’d rather | 
| Boy, dontcha know? |