(Kinky Friedman)
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You uppity women I don¡¯t understand
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Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
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But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
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You¡¯d better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
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Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
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That¡¯s what I to my baby said,
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Women¡¯s liberation is a-going to your head,
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Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
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Early every morning you¡¯re out on the street
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Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
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You gave up your Maiden Form for Lent
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And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
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Every single brakeman that¡¯s ever come along
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Had a little woman always tellin¡¯ him that he¡¯s wrong.
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Eve said to Adam, ¡°Here¡¯s an apple you horse¡±
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And Delilah defoliated Samson¡¯s moss.
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Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
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That¡¯s what I to my baby said,
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Women¡¯s liberation is a-going to your head,
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Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
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Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
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Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
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Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
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And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
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So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
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Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
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If you can¡¯t love a male chauvinist
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You¡¯d better cross me off your shopping list.
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Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
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That¡¯s what I to my baby said,
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Women¡¯s liberation is a-going to your head,
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Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
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Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed
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| Kinky Friedman |
