(sing with a strong country twang, to the tune of "Home on the Range". Sing loudly. It will annoy your children.)
Oh give me a home, made of self-cleaning chrome,
Where the windows all sparkle and shine....
I'd get me a book, teach the stove how to cook,
And find out just what is this, "free time"?
I'm home, home on the range. Just cooking and cleaning all day....
Oh, what I would give, for a brain like a sieve, to forget all this work without pay.
I became a good wife, I thought this was the life,
Well, I thought it, but I was sure wrong.
'Stead of spending my day in a leisurely way,
I'm just working and singing this song...
I'm home, home on the range. Just cooking and cleaning all day,
Oh, what I would give, for a brain like a sieve, to forget all this work without pay.
Now my time is all spent, wond'ring where the day went,
And just why I am feeling so tired.
'Though I love 'em to bits, 'times I'd give up the kids,
If I knew where to go to get fired.
I'm home, home on the range. Just cooking and cleaning all day.
Oh, what I would give, for a brain like a sieve, to forget all this work without pay.
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