All you uppity women I don’t understand

Why you gotta go and try to act like a man

But before you go and make your weekly visit to the shrink

You’d better occupy the kitchen and a-liberate the sink

"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-going to your head;

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed"

Early every morning you’re out on the street

Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet

You gave up your Maidenform for Lent

And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent

Every single brakeman that’s ever come along

Had a little woman always tellin’ him he’s wrong

Eve said to Adam, “Here’s an apple, you horse”

And Delilah defoliated Samson’s moss

"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-going to your head;

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed"

Mean-hearted harpies are a-breaking all the laws

Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras

Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean

And your coffee makes my hair turn green, yes it does

So damn emancipated in your mind and your body

You're gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate

If you can’t love a male chauvinist

Then you’d better cross me off your shopping list

"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-going to your head;

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed"

Now women, in case you weren't listenin, we'll give it to you one more time.

Hit it, boys!

"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-going to your head;

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed"

Just kiddin, ladies! Love you, babe! Uh, I'll get back home and take out that trash.