Another van of them pulled up last night
God-awful rude and noisy
Big boot impressions everywhere they go
They're never quiet and coy, see
These are the Girls from Boise
Another wave arrives here late today
Not that they gave me notice
But I have learned that based on what they say
and operandi modus
More's comin' than they told us
They are the Girls from Boise, women on the wing
The radical caravan doing their own thing
Flat-painted laundry truck in need of brakes
is leaking leaded fuel
'Cross the contiguous United States
the girls that Sappho knew
are cutting work and school
I'll call them Girls from Boise, women in disguise
Punked-out femme fatales with little use for guys
But frankly, I'm afraid to speak my mind
Could be they trounce landlords to unwind
Another vehicle with midwest plates
docks with a loud backfire
By now I'm thinkin'— let them run the place
I'll never match their ire
They got the hotter fire
'Cause they're the Girls from Boise, women with a cause
They've lost respect for Christ and Santa Clause
They are the Girls from Boise, breaking nature's laws
The Girls from Boise, Ken dolls in their jaws