GET YOUR BISCUITS IN THE OVEN AND YOUR BUNS IN THE BED
(Kinky Friedman)

You uppity women, I don't understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink,
You'd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.

CHORUS: Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
That's what I to my baby said.
Women's liberation is a-goin' to your head.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

Early ever' mornin' you're out on the street
Passin' out pamphlets to ever'one you meet.
You gave up your Maidenform for Lent,
And now the front of your dress has an air-scoop vent.

Ever' single great man that's ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin' him he's wrong.
Eve said to Adam, "Here's an apple, you hoss,"
And Delilah defoliated Samson's moss. CHORUS

Mean-minded harpies are breakin' all the laws,
Tearin' up their girdles and a-burnin' up their bras.
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean,
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.

So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you can't love a male chauvinist,
You better cross me off o' your shoppin' list. CHORUS


Copyright Kinky Friedman
RG
apr97


It's just a joke honest :)

I'll get me coat, and me roller skates too.

G