A man I yearn to be,
I wish I was,
Indeed it’s my wish.

A man I longed to be born,
I longed to be called,
Whereby I’m strong and free,
Always good and recommended,
Well indeed it’s my wish
To be called a man,
To be respected by children,
And loved by women,
If only a wish was granted to me,
By a fairy godmother of course.

A man I crave to be,
Whereby people let me be,
Whereby I’m expected to work and be served as a king,
Whereby I don’t do my laundry,
Whereby I don’t cook,
Whereby I don’t clean,
Oh how I wish to be a man,
Oh how I yearn to be called a man,
A state where I’m honoured,
Where I’m the king of my own world,
Where I make respected decisions,
Whereby I’m my own boss.

A man I yearn to be,
I wish I was,
Indeed it’s my wish.

A man I wish God made me,
To be the man of the house,
To be the man of honour,
Oh how I wish,
To be known as masterful,
Oh how I wish,
To be given respect,
To be never doubted,
Oh how I wish,
To be a man.