BeD Time Blues

Verse 1
Thanks to women's liberation, at last I am set free
Being an old fashioned woman has lost its hold on me
I'm free to weld on metal, or fly an aeroplane
I've the right to carry rifles, and cause a lot of pain
But in spite of all my freedom, I've really got a beef
For there's one thing in my life, that's causin’ lots of grief

(refrain)
My husband wears an apron and uses the Mop and Glow
He often gets a headache, and then he tells me No! No! No!
I got a pain in my head…No! No! No!
I got to go and bake the bread…No! No! No!
I got to get the children fed…No! No! No!
(I don't want to go to bed)

Verse 2
I have my very own hammer and can pound on nails all night
I've the right to drink a six pack and go and pick a fight
I know the workings of an engine and how to change the oil
I've a spade to turn the garden, a hoe to till the soil
I no longer do the ironing, to my great delight
But in spite of all my freedom, I've got an awful plight.
(refrain)
My husband wears an apron and uses the Mop and Glow
He often gets a headache, and then he tells me No! Not No!
I got a pain in my head…No! No! No!
I got to go and bake the bread…No! No! No!
I got to get the children fed…No! No! No!
(I don't want to go to bed)

Verse 3
My daughter plays with semi-trucks, and our son, he has a doll
Our daughter wants a boom and crane to help her wreck a wall
She's building up her muscles, the strongest on the block
She’s practicing Karate, and plans to break a rock
Our son can cook a soufflé and do dishes in a snap
When he asked his father about the facts of life His father said …"wait a minute son…I think it's all a trap"

(refrain)
You got to wear an apron and use the Mop and Glo
And your only weapon is to learn to tell them No! No! No!
I got a pain in my head…No! No! No!
I got to go and bake the bread…No! No! No!
I got to get the children fed…No! No! No!
(No, I don't want to go to bed)

Verse 4
Sometimes in the evenings after all my Free Day's done
I wonder in my secret heart, what I've really won
My husband's getting dishpan hands and his apron's getting worn
He's asked me for a new one, and somehow I feel forlorn
The rings around my collar are getting all his thought
And it's been a long, long, long time since my loving arms he's sought...

(refrain)
My husband wears an apron, and uses the Mop and Glow
Sometimes he gets a headache, and then he tells me No! No! No!
I got a pain in my head…No! No! No!
I got to go and bake the bread…No! No! No!
I got to get the children fed…No! No! No!
(No, I don't want to go to bed)