In 1980, this dandy little jingle impressed into the minds of our future husbands that we were not only capable of doing everything for everybody with a pulse, but we enjoyed it so much we danced around in circles flailing our arms happily while doing it. And, of course, we would “never let him forget he’s a man” which meant after doing the jobs of 10 people in one day, we still had enough energy to be a sexy bedroom kitten.
I would like to suggest a rewrite that reflects the needs and feelings of women in 2014:
Since I bring home the bacon,
You can fry it up in the pan.
I work 7 till f***king 9,
At least you can bring in the trash can.
And here’s some lotion and Kleenex,
Go make yourself feel like a man.
Because I’m TIRED!