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There once was a time when men were still men Men like our dads and their dads before them Who'd never change a diaper or cook a family meal Who'd say, "Whaddya mean?" when you ask "How do you feel?" He was the master of the castle, the head of the home The family could survive on his income alone He'd never have to worry about the wife's job She'd serve meat and potatoes and corn on the cob Now things are different as you can plainly see They've made us all go and get vasectomies It's all in the name of equality Blame it on the patriarchal society You get the feeling something's passed you by Must've been important, but you don't know why Try to understand, at least you can try You're just a sensitive new-age guy You've got your Birkenstock sandals and your one pierced ear Your little ponytail-- that doesn't mean you're queer You just tuck it in your collar when you want to go to work Then you whip it out again when you want to go beserk at your mens' group meeting two times a week We'd never guess that you were once civilized geeks You play drums in the sweat lodge and howl in the woods And shake your sticks and spears like real men should 'Cause that's the way it is for the new-age guy You're expected to have feelings, You're expected to cry The women have been waiting for their big chance Let 'em bring home the bacon, let 'em wear the pants You get the feeling something's passed you by Must've been important, but you don't know why Try to understand, at least you can try You're just a sensitive new-age guy You can change a diaper, you can change a flat A new-age guy has to do all that You must pay lip service to liberal ideas You must play second fiddle to your wife's career You're politically correct and so inoffensive Your food and clothing is organic, that's why it's so expensive Even your religion has been watered down by all the neo-hippie gurus that are hangin' around Don't you get so sick of this alternative crowd? D'you wanna get into a fight or something-- go down proud? At least then you'd know where your loyalties are: You'd be with the tractor caps in some redneck bar

You get the feeling something's passed you by
Must've been important, but you don't know why
Try to understand, at least you can try
You're just a sensitive new-age guy

`Sensitive New-Age Guy`

`from a conversation overheard in a bar`