(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 load 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.