Soundtracks for Being Angry at a Man

It doesn’t matter if you are a woman scorned or otherwise justifiably angry at some louse of a guy.  Here are three songs to accompany your ranting, hitting the stuffing out of the weight bag, or throwing things.  (Just please, do not kick the cat or any other living things.) They appear in order of severity from mildest to ultimate.  Lyrics and videos included.

If you are content with calling someone names that could be said in front of a third-grade schoolteacher or a police officer, this is the theme song for your rant.  Sticks and stones are not employed, but it is hoped that the name-calling will satisfy your soul! (That Nasty Wasty !)

Lyrics:

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus;
You're as charming as an eel,
Mr. Grinch,
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders;
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn’t touch you with a
Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,
Mr. Grinch,
Given the choice between the two of you:
I’d take the a seasick crocodile!

You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch,

The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
Stink, Stank, Stunk!

You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You’re the king of sinful sots.
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch,

Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish
Imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super “naus.”
You’re a crooked jerky jockey and
you drive a crooked horse,
Mr. Grinch,

You’re a three-decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!

When more than words are required, this is a few steps up in degree of anger. No second chances; that man had better pack up his things and go!

Lyrics (A conversation between the wronged woman and the jerk of a man):

(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)

Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean,
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen.
I guess if you said so
I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right)

(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)

Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this-a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day.
(Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood)
(you ain't got no money you just ain't no good.)
Well, I guess if you say so
I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right)

(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)

Well
(don't you come back no more.)
Uh, what you say?
(don't you come back no more.)
I didn't understand you
(don't you come back no more.)
You can't mean that
(don't you come back no more.)
Oh, now baby, please
(don't you come back no more.)
What you tryin' to do to me?
(don't you come back no more.)
Oh, don't treat me like that
(don't you come back no more.)

This comes from classical music (opera, even) but it CAPTURES the sentiment of unmitigated disgust, loathing, fury, and desire for retribution. This short song is commonly known as the Queen of the Night’s second aria from The Magic Flute.  In it, the angry female Queen tells her daughter that she must kill a man named Sarastro, the Queen’s arch-enemy.  Under a few versions, this enemy Sarastro is presented as the Queen’s former lover and the father of the hapless daughter.  The queen’s lines then can be interpreted as “you are NO daughter of mine unless you kill your father by an excruciatingly slow and painful method.”  This babe understands revenge!

Lyrics:

YES – this song understands a woman’s fury.

So, if you have been wronged by a man – work it out of your system as soon as possible.  He isn’t worth a whole lot of time or effort.  And, if these musical offerings help your process in safely and legally getting the emotional garbage (and the man) out, I am happy for you, girlfriend.