You come home each day complaining

You work so hard, always straining

You say that I have got it made

Just doing nothing every day

Just staying home, and kicking back

Not out there slaving with the pack

You must think the house cleans itself

Vacuums its floors and dusts its shelves

Washes your dishes, cooks your food

Well, excuse me for being rude!

But I work just as hard as you

And it is time you knew it, too

I'm not your slave, I'm not your maid

And I am sorely underpaid

You want clean laundry, do your part

Use the clothes hamper for a start

You leave them laying in the floor

That's where they'll stay forevermore

You want hot meals on the table

Glad to do it when I'm able

But for that, I need clean dishes

And no genie grants my wishes

So bring them from the living room

If you don't, they're going to bloom

Just make your own penicillin

Sell it for cheap, make a killing

But if you want a home cooked meal

You do your part, or there's no deal

I know you work hard at your job

And don't think I'm heartless, cause I'm not

But I deserve some respect too

It's an endless job that I do

From the time I get up each day

With no time to rest or to play

Till bed time very late at night

With never a day off in sight

I keep this house, and raise our kids

But I'm not taking more of this

You never help, or say thank you

And it's past time I got my due

You can complain all that you like

But this here housewife is on strike!