Verse 1: Well, I'm the king of my castle, and I know what's best, Got my wife in the kitchen, she ain't gettin' no rest, She’s bakin' those pies and mendin' my shirts, In this 1950s world, honey, that's how it works. Chorus: Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head, Leave the thinkin' to me, you just bake that bread, In the land of freedom, you ain't gotta fight, 'Cause everything's alright, just bein' a housewife. Verse 2: Now I bring home the bacon, while she cleans the floors, Got my slippers ready when I walk through the door, She’s the queen of our home, but she don’t need to vote, I tell her what’s what, keep our lives afloat. Chorus: Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head, Leave the thinkin' to me, you just bake that bread, In the land of freedom, you ain't gotta fight, 'Cause everything's alright, just bein' a housewife. Bridge: She don’t need no job, she’s got all she needs, A vacuum and a mop, and my every decree, In this perfect little world, everything’s in place, She’s the smile in the home, the joy on my face. Verse 3: Now don’t get me wrong, I love her to bits, She’s the best little lady, she don’t give me no fits, She don’t need no rights, she’s happy and free, Cookin’ and cleanin’, just waitin’ on me. Chorus: Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head, Leave the thinkin' to me, you just bake that bread, In the land of freedom, you ain't gotta fight, 'Cause everything's alright, just bein' a housewife. Outro: So here’s to the ladies, in their aprons and pearls, Keepin' our homes in order, rockin’ our world, In this 1950s dream, everything’s just fine, With the men in control, and the women divine.
50s music, oldies
English
The lyrics of the song portray a traditional and outdated view of gender roles, emphasizing the idea of women being homemakers and men being the dominant decision-makers. It evokes a sense of nostalgia for the 1950s era but also raises questions about gender equality and empowerment.
This song can be used in a historical context to showcase the societal norms and attitudes towards gender roles in the 1950s. It can also serve as a conversation starter about gender equality and women's rights.
The song is characterized by a classic 50s music style, with simple chord progressions, catchy melodies, and possibly a swing or jazz influence. The instrumentation may include piano, strings, and brass instruments typical of that era.
Verse 1: Well, I'm the king of my castle, and I know what's best, Got my wife in the kitchen, she ain't gettin' no rest, She’s bakin' those pies and mendin' my shirts, In this 1950s world, honey, that's how it works. Chorus: Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head, Leave the thinkin' to me, you just bake that bread, In the land of freedom, you ain't gotta fight, 'Cause everything's alright, just bein' a housewife. Verse 2: Now I bring home the bacon, while she cleans the floors, Got my slippers ready when I walk through the door, She’s the queen of our home, but she don’t need to vote, I tell her what’s what, keep our lives afloat. Chorus: Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head, Leave the thinkin' to me, you just bake that bread, In the land of freedom, you ain't gotta fight, 'Cause everything's alright, just bein' a housewife. Bridge: She don’t need no job, she’s got all she needs, A vacuum and a mop, and my every decree, In this perfect little world, everything’s in place, She’s the smile in the home, the joy on my face. Verse 3: Now don’t get me wrong, I love her to bits, She’s the best little lady, she don’t give me no fits, She don’t need no rights, she’s happy and free, Cookin’ and cleanin’, just waitin’ on me. Chorus: Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head, Leave the thinkin' to me, you just bake that bread, In the land of freedom, you ain't gotta fight, 'Cause everything's alright, just bein' a housewife. Outro: So here’s to the ladies, in their aprons and pearls, Keepin' our homes in order, rockin’ our world, In this 1950s dream, everything’s just fine, With the men in control, and the women divine.
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Welcome to the show. We hope you'll stick around. Mister Sean is here to entertain the crowd. We've got a bit of everything cause everything's allowed. Kai mera Miniatures is here to stay, we hope we make you proud.
Welcome to the show. We hope you'll stick around. Mister Sean is here to entertain the crowd. We've got a bit of everything cause everything's allowed. Chimera Miniatures is here to stay, we hope we make you proud.
(Verse 1) Sittin' on the throne, feeling mighty fine, Thought I'd just relax, let my worries unwind, But then my stomach churned, oh, what a surprise, Didn't see it coming, caught me by surprise. (Chorus) Vomiting in my pants while taking a poop, Oh, what a mess, oh, what a scoop, Can't believe it happened, in this moment of distress, Vomiting in my pants, oh, what a mess. (Verse 2) Thought I was alone, in this moment of peace, But my body betrayed me, without any release, The rumble turned to tremble, the nausea took hold, And there I was, in a situation so bold. (Chorus) Vomiting in my pants while taking a poop, Oh, what a sight, oh, what a scoop, Can't erase the memory, of this awkward duress, Vomiting in my pants, oh, what a mess. (Bridge) In the midst of relief, came this unexpected twist, Never thought I'd be in such a mess, feeling so pissed, But life's full of surprises, even in the mundane, Gotta take it in stride, and rise above the pain. (Chorus) Vomiting in my pants while taking a poop, Oh, what a tale, oh, what a loop, Won't forget this moment, in my life's progress, Vomiting in my pants, oh, what a mess. (Outro) So here's my story, a mishap so grand, Though emb
(Verse 1) In the public restroom, feeling so unkind, Gotta go real bad, can't hold it inside, But as I sit down, feeling oh so bold, My stomach starts churning, a story to unfold. (Chorus) Puking in my pants while taking a shit, Oh, what a mess, can't believe it, not a bit, Spraying out of both ends, in this moment I'm sold, Straight painting the walls with every hole. (Verse 2) Thought I'd be discreet, in this public place, But my body betrays me, in this awful case, The vomit and the poop, it's all just a mess, Flowing from every hole, what a distress. (Chorus) Puking in my pants while taking a shit, Oh, what a sight, feels like I've been hit, Spraying out of both ends, in this moment so cold, Straight painting the walls with every hole. (Bridge) In the midst of this chaos, feeling so low, Never thought I'd be here, with nowhere to go, But life's full of surprises, even when it unfolds, Gotta find a way out, with every hole. (Chorus) Puking in my pants while taking a shit, Oh, what a tale, in this moment I'm sold, Spraying out of both ends, in this story untold, Straight painting the walls with every hole.
