Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed 
(Kinky Friedman)


(D) You uppity women (A) I don’t understand 
Why you gotta go and try to (D) act like a man, 
But before you make your weekly (G) visit to the shrink 
You’d better (A) occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink. 


Get your (D) biscuits in the oven and your buns (A) in the bed 
That’s what I to my (D) baby said, 
Women’s liberation is (G) a-going to your head, 
Get your (D) biscuits in the oven and your (A) buns in the (D) bed. 


Early every morning you’re (A) out on the street 
Passing out pamphlets to (D) everyone you meet. 
You gave up your Maiden (G) Form for Lent 
And now the (A) front of your dress has an air scoop vent. 
(D) Every single great man that’s (A) ever come along 
Had a little woman always (D) tellin’ him that he’s wrong. 
Eve said to Adam, “Here’s an (G) apple you hoss” 
And (A) Delilah defoliated Samson’s moss. 


Get your (D) biscuits in the oven and your (A) buns in the bed 
That’s what I to my (D) baby said, 
Women’s liberation is (G) a-going to your head, 
Get your (D) biscuits in the oven and your (A) buns in the (D) bed. 


Mean-minded harpies are (A) breaking all the laws 
Tearing up their girdles and (D) a-burning up their bras, 
Now the air is dirty and the (G) sex is clean 
And your (A) coffee makes my hair turn green. 
So (D) damn emancipated in your (A) mind and your body, 
Gonna have to cancel all your (D) lessons in karate. 
If you can’t love a male (G) chauvinist 
You’d better (A) cross me off your shopping list. 


Get your (D) biscuits in the oven and your (A) buns in the bed 
That’s what I to my (D) baby said, 
Women’s liberation is (G) a-going to your head, 
Get your (D) biscuits in the oven and your (A) buns in the (D) bed.