Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed lyrics

Song information

Artist: Kinky Friedman
Album: Sold American

Lyrics

(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

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 maiden form 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 that 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 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

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'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