Squeeze Woman's World
"The crown of the kingdom is given to the woman,
The kingdom of the kitchen, where she says she shouldn't,
There on the stainless steel, her cigarettes and matches.
Whistles to the radio, not every hook she catches,
But the frowns, eiderdowns, tie her down,
But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom.
She likes a recipe, a touch of Oriental,
Steaming up the window, burning egg on metal,
Sees in the catalogue, a shiny new appliance.
Another role swallowed by the wonders of science,
Lobster hands, omelette pans, understand.
How the crown can stick like jam in her kingdom.
He's been so busy and she's been neglected,
The problem is computed, always it's rejected.
Out of her heart, I catch a spark,
And being smart, the crown is left out in the dark,
Now there's no kingdom.
Fed up with the glory, she abdicates her title,
Sitting at a barstool she gives her days recital,
The family watch in horror as she staggers up the hallway,
Makes herself a sandwich as they look in through the doorway,
She goes to bed, leg by leg, nothing's said,
There's no crown upon her head, there's no kingdom.
Press the button on the toaster, it's a Womsn's World.
Tuck the sheets in on the bed, it's Woman's World.
Take your apron from your holster, it's a Woman's World.
Shoot the crown off of your head, it's a Woman's World.
It's a Wonan's World.
It's a Woman's World.
It's a Woman's World.
It's a Woman's World.
Press the button on the toaster, it's a Woman's World.
Tuck the sheets in on the bed, it's a Woman's World.
Take your apron from your holster, it's a Woman's World.
Shoot the crown off of your head, it's a Woman's World".
Lyrics by Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook.
From the A and M 1981 album 'East Side Story'.
