Tartuffe

[Intro]
We came here to rock
Single moms to the front
Dead-beat dads to the rear
Oh yes, that is how we do it here

[Verse 1]
Oh, you demand a more Vaudevillian homage
To key feminist thought? Ha!
Male privileges frantically checked?
Okay, go sit through "Less Talk"
Single moms to the front, we came here to rock

[Verse 2]
Alright, so not quite John Stoltenberg, after all, but I ain't quite Charlie Sheen
The truth is a little bit of column A, a little bit column B
But you, you're the main character in a masterwork by Molière
It's quite the Broadway production you got going on over there

[Bridge]
Impressive how long some can keep the illusion alive
You think you nailed the end of Act III, I can't wait for Act V
Overture, curtains, hit the lights

[Outro]
But aren't we all just better off coming clean?
Instead of this endless self-flagellating talk?
The painfully predictable denouement, performative schlock
Single moms to the front, we came here to rock