Lyrics:
PUPPET: You're a good feminist but I am better
I am a feminist better than you.
HANS: No you're not
PUPPET: Yes I am.
HANS:No you're not
PUPPET: Yes I am.
HANS: You're my hand
PUPPET: Yes I am, yes I aaaammmm!
PUPPET: Objectification of women is rampant. I get objectified better than you.
HANS: No you don't.
PUPPET: Yes I do.
HANS: No you don't.
PUPPET: Yes I do.
HANS: You're my arm.
PUPPET: I'm your arm! I'm your arm!
HANS: I hate to be berating, but I think you are conflating the type of object you are
with the type Simone de Beauvoir says are not born but we become; the meanings you switched.
PUPPET: That's the joke, bitch.
PUPPET: What happened to sexiness? This is just funny. I think your research has gone off the rails.
HANS: Well you're wrong.
PUPPET: No I'm not.
HANS: Yes you are.
PUPPET: No I'm not.
HANS: Yes you are.
PUPPET: Is this hot? No, it's not.
HANS: My sexiness will manifest!
PUPPET: Ok!
HANS: Manipulation of gender performance. What would you know about something like that?
PUPPET: Quite a lot.
HANS: How is that?
PUPPET: I'm a sock with your hand up my twat.
HANS: You are my 'femi-fist!'
PUPPET: Could you check your ontological privilege? My gender's just as constructed as yours.
HANS: That's absurd.
PUPPET: It's your joke.
HANS: Yes, I know.
PUPPET: Now it's old.
HANS: I'm not old! I am just 32!
PUPPET: Whoa, that's not what I said-
HANS: 32!
HANS: I am done-
PUPPET: This was fun!
HANS: -with your voice.
PUPPET: It's your choice.
HANS: Say goodnight.
PUPPET: Nobody wins in a femi-fist fight.
