GENDER SONGS...
He’s the Man.
• He’s the man. He’s the man.
• I don’t take no crap from anybody else but
you. I wear the pants around here, when
I’m finished with your laundry. Cause I’m a
guy you don’t want to fight. When I say
jump you say yeah right. I’m the man of
this house until you get home.
• He’s the man. He’s the man.
• What I say goes around here, right out the
window. I don’t want to hear a lot of
whining, so I’ll shut up. The sooner you
learn whose boss around here, the sooner
you can give me my orders dear. Cause I’m
head honcho around here, but it’s all in my
head.
• He’s the man. He’s the man.
• I can have sex anytime, you want. Cause
I’m a man who has needs, but they’re not
that important. And don’t expect any
flowers from me, cause if I’m not
mistaken you prefer to read. I’m the king
of my castle when your not around.
• He’s the man. He’s the man.
• And I’ll drink and watch sports whenever I
want, to get in trouble. And I’ll come home
when I am good and ready, to sleep on the
couch. Cause a man’s got to do, what a
man’s got to do, and I’m gonna do what
you tell me to. Cause I’m top dog around
here, but I’ve been neutered.
• He’s the man. He’s the man.
• You’d the man!
The End
“I’VE NEVER BEEN TO ME” BY
CHARLENE
• Hey lady, you lady cursing at your life.
You’re a discontented mother and a
regimented wife. I’ve no doubt you
dream about the things you’ll never do
but, I wish someone had talked to me like
I wanna talk to you...
• Oh I’ve been to Georgia and California
and anywhere I could run. I took the
hand of a preacher man and we made
love in the sun. But I ran out of places
and friendly faces because I had to be
free. I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never
been to me..
• Please lady, please lady don’t just walk
away, ‘cause I have this need to tell you
why I’m all alone today. I can see so
much of me still living in your eyes, won’t
you share a part of a weary heart that
has lived a million lies...
• Oh I’ve been to Niece and the Isle of Greece
while I’ve sipped champagne on a yacht. I’ve
moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and
showed ‘em what I’ve got. I’ve been
undressed by kings and I’ve seen some things
that a woman ain’t supposed to see... I’ve
been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me...
• Hey, you know what paradise is? It’s a lie. A
fantasy we create about people and places as
we’d like them to be. But you know what
truth is? It’s that little baby you’re holding,
it’s that man you fought with this morning,
the same one you’re going to make love with
tonight, that’s truth, that’s love...
• Sometimes I’ve been to crying for unborn
children that might have made me
complete but I...I took the sweet life, I
never knew I’d be bitter from the sweet.
I’ve spent my life exploring the subtle
whoring that costs too much to be free-Hey lady- I’ve been to paradise... But I’ve
never been to me...
The End
Just a Housewife from the
Musical “Working”
All I am is just a housewife.
Nothing special, nothing great.
What I do is kinda boring.
If you’d rather, it can wait.
All I am is someone’s mother
All I am is someone’s wife.
All of which seems unimportant.
All it is-- is just my life.
Do the laundry,
wash the dishes.
Take the dog out,
clean the house.
Shop for groceries,
look for specials.
Gosh it sounds so Mickey mouse.
Drop the kids off,
pick the shirts up.
Try to lose weight,
try again.
Keep the troops fed,
pick their things up.
Lose your patience,
count to ten.
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…
All I am is just a house wife.
Just a housewife,
nothing great.
What I do is out of fashion.
What I feel is out of date.
All I am is someone’s mother.
Right away I’m ‘ not too bright’.
What I do is ‘unfulfilling.’
So the TV talk show tell me every night.
I don’t mean to complain and all,
but they make you feel like you’re two feet tall
when you’re just a wife.
Nowadays all the magazines
make a bunch of beans out of family life.
You’re a whiz if you go to work,
but you’re just a jerk
if you say you won’t.
Women’s Lib says, ‘they think it’s fine,
if the choice is mine’,
but you know they don’t.
What I do;
what I choose to do
may be dumb to you,
but it’s not to me.
Is it dumb that they need me there?
Is it dumb to care:
‘Cause I do, you see.
And I mean,
did you ever think;
really stop and think what a job it was-doing all the things
that a housewife does?
I’m afraid it
is unimpressive.
All I am is someone’s mother.
Nothing special.
What I do is unexciting,
kinda dull.
Take the kids here,
take the kids there.
I don’t mean to complain and all.
All I am is, busy, busy.
All I am is, like my mother.
All I am is…
just a housewife.
The End
Someone Else’s Story
(from the musical Chess)
Long ago in someone else’s lifetime-someone with my name
who looked a lot like me,
came to know a man and made a promise.
He only had to say-and that’s where she would be…
Lately although the feelings run just as deepthe promise she made has grown impossible to
keep… and yet, I wish it wasn’t so
will he miss me if I go?
In a way, it’s
someone else’s story. I don’t see myself as
taking part at all. Yesterday, a girl that I was
fond of-- finally could see the writing on the
wall. Sadly she realized she’d left him behind
and sadder than that- she knew he wouldn’t
even mind and though, there’s nothing left to
say, would he listen if I stay?
It’s all very well to say, ‘you fool it’s now or
never’, I could be choosing- no choices
whatsoever. I could be in someone else’s
story, in someone else’s life and he could be
in mine. I don’t see a reason to be lonely, I
should take my chances further down the
line…
And if that girl I knew should ask my advice–
Oh I wouldn’t hesitate she needn’t ask me
twice: Go now!
I’d tell her that for free.
Trouble is, the girl is me.
The story is, the girl is me.
WILL HE EVER COME?
A
SONG BY MICHAEL McLEAN
• When a heart is aching there is no true
disguise. I knew she had been crying
though no tears were in her eyes. Dreams
she had of romance might as well be dead.
Fear of never knowing love was spoken as
she said :
“Will he ever come? Will he ever
appear? Will the one that I’ve been
waiting for discover I am here? Will
he take my hand? Will he carry me
away? In these lonely times this
heart of mine can’t wait another
day.”
• Another lonely lady, tired of waiting
patiently for the man who left her in the
spring of fifty-three. Now she’s nearly
ninety, and she must have constant care.
Though her voice is silent, still the
questions linger there:
“Will he ever come? Will he ever
appear? Will the one that I’ve been
waiting for discover I am here? Will he
take my hand? Will he carry me away?
In these lonely times this heart of
mine can’t wait another day.”
• If you’ve read the papers or turned on
the evening news, you can see so
clearly why the world has got the
blues. Tell me how much longer will
the madness go on? I believe I hear
voices joining in to sing this song:
“Will he ever come? Will he ever
appear? Will the one that
I’ve been waiting for discover I am
here? Will he take my hand? Will he
carry me away? In these lonely times
this heart of mine can’t wait another
day.”
• Well, the young one found prince
charming, and she knew her prayer was
heard. And the old one’s celebrating
‘cause her husband kept his word. And to
those of us still waiting for the healer of
all wounds- it’s not hopeless, it’s just
Friday and Sunday’s coming soon!
Yes, the Lord will come! He is going to
appear. The one that we’ve been waiting
for knows that we are here. He will take
our hands. He will carry us away. In
these final hours these hearts of ours
must hang on ‘till that day.
The End