I do all the cooking in our house, babe

You're always running around

I do all the cooking in our house, baby

You're always running around

There'll be no more chicken in the kitchen

If you don't try and settle down

You come home late for supper now, baby

And your tale, I just ain't buying

You come home late for supper now, baby, baby, baby

And your tale, I just ain't buying

Well, I got a feeling you're eating out now, baby

And someone else is doing the frying

Yeah, you know that I get burned now, baby

That's one thing that can't be denied

And when I serve up my main course now, baby

You always get your choice of size

Well, you know that I get burned now, baby

That's one thing that can't be denied

Hey, and when I serve up my main course now, baby

You always, at least you tell me you're so satisfied

You gotta change your ways now, baby

As I can't take no more of this mess

You gotta make up your mind now, pretty baby, baby, baby

As I can't take no more of this mess

'Cause when it comes to real fine cuisine now, baby

You'll realize I am the best

There'll be no more chicken in the kitchen

I am the best, hey

No more chicken in the kitchen

No, no, no, no

No, oh, chicken

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Writer(s): CARLO FRIGERIO, ROBERTO TURATTI