(difford/tilbrook)



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 to every hook she catches,

But the frowns

Eider downs,

Tie her down

But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom.

She like the recipes a touch of oriental

Steaming up the windows burning egg on metal,

Sees in a 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 and 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 bar stool she gives her day's recital,

The family watch in horror

As she staggers up the hallway

Makes herself a sandwich

As they're looking 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 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.




more