| Song | The Right To Vote |
| Artist | Laura Nyro |
| Album | Mother's Spiritual |
| 作曲 : Nyro | |
| Thank you, sirs | |
| For the right to vote | |
| Bet you didn't know | |
| I had a voice in my throat | |
| Now let's see | |
| Should I vote for 'A' or 'B'? | |
| 'A' talks a lot | |
| But not to me | |
| And 'B' wants war | |
| Kill or flunk | |
| Forget the vote | |
| I'll just go out and get drunk | |
| They say a woman's place | |
| Is to wait and serve | |
| Under the veil | |
| Submissive and dear | |
| But I think my place | |
| Is in a ship from space | |
| To carry me | |
| The hell out of here | |
| Patriarchal great religions | |
| Full of angels | |
| Forgiving and fair | |
| While they push the buttons | |
| And blow up the place | |
| (might as well) | |
| Make room for a worthier race | |
| They say a woman's place | |
| Is to wait and serve | |
| Under the veil | |
| Submissive and dear | |
| But I think my place | |
| Is in a ship from space | |
| To carry me | |
| The hell out of here | |
| All the colors in a race riot | |
| In the land of the free | |
| All the women are on a diet | |
| I'm hungry | |
| Are you hungry | |
| For peace and quiet? | |
| So thank you, sirs | |
| For the right to vote | |
| The microwave | |
| And the old mink coat | |
| Now let's see | |
| Should I vote for 'A' or 'B'? | |
| 'A' talks a lot | |
| But not to me | |
| And 'B' wants war | |
| Kill or flunk | |
| Forget the vote | |
| I'll just go out and get drunk | |
| They say a woman's place... |
| zuò qǔ : Nyro | |
| Thank you, sirs | |
| For the right to vote | |
| Bet you didn' t know | |
| I had a voice in my throat | |
| Now let' s see | |
| Should I vote for ' A' or ' B'? | |
| ' A' talks a lot | |
| But not to me | |
| And ' B' wants war | |
| Kill or flunk | |
| Forget the vote | |
| I' ll just go out and get drunk | |
| They say a woman' s place | |
| Is to wait and serve | |
| Under the veil | |
| Submissive and dear | |
| But I think my place | |
| Is in a ship from space | |
| To carry me | |
| The hell out of here | |
| Patriarchal great religions | |
| Full of angels | |
| Forgiving and fair | |
| While they push the buttons | |
| And blow up the place | |
| might as well | |
| Make room for a worthier race | |
| They say a woman' s place | |
| Is to wait and serve | |
| Under the veil | |
| Submissive and dear | |
| But I think my place | |
| Is in a ship from space | |
| To carry me | |
| The hell out of here | |
| All the colors in a race riot | |
| In the land of the free | |
| All the women are on a diet | |
| I' m hungry | |
| Are you hungry | |
| For peace and quiet? | |
| So thank you, sirs | |
| For the right to vote | |
| The microwave | |
| And the old mink coat | |
| Now let' s see | |
| Should I vote for ' A' or ' B'? | |
| ' A' talks a lot | |
| But not to me | |
| And ' B' wants war | |
| Kill or flunk | |
| Forget the vote | |
| I' ll just go out and get drunk | |
| They say a woman' s place... |