Voor straf. Luisteren!
I thank the Lord I was born a boy
‘Cause playing and laughing is such a joy
I don’t clean house or wash the dishes
The Lord made those chores for the missus So, wash them dishes and scrub them pans
A man ain’t meant to have dishpan hands
Stop your whining and stop your bitching
A woman’s place is in - the - kitchen You change the diapers while I go to work
A man in an apron is known as a jerk
I’ll be at the club eating and drinking
While you’re home with the kids pooping and stinking So, bake that bread and make that jelly
Cook that food to fill my belly
I was never one to break tradition
A woman’s place is in - the - kitchen Hoe the weeds and mow the lawn
For recreation you can scrub the john
Let her into the store and do the shopping
And rush back home to a mess of scrubbing and mopping I didn’t marry you because you’re good looking
I married you for your good home cooking
Stop your whining and stop your bitching
A woman’s place is in - the - kitchen Wash, rinse, baked goods, scrub clean floor, mop
Lots of things to do so you better get hopping
When I get home from work and you’re acting so tired
Be thankful you’re my wife so you don’t get fired I didn’t marry you because you’re perty
I married you because my house was dirty
Stop your whining and stop your bitching
A woman’s place is in -
Oh, I said its in the -
Its in the kitchen
Its in the kitchen
Its in the kitchen
Don’t you be giving me none of your lip now honey



