Chores! Chores! Chores!
I start my working day at dawn,
Hatin’ such goin’s on.
I keep on developing brawn
At chores, chores, chores!
Chores! Chores! Chores!
I churn the churn with all my force,
Milk the cow, hitch the horse.
Wish that I could get a divorce
From chores, chores, chores!
I’d love to go to the city
Where gentlemen are bold
And warm you when you’re cold!
I’d like to dress pert and pretty
Afore this lonely widow gets too old!
On all fours I have to stoop
To pull the weeds, feed the chicks.
Fiddlesticks!
Ain’t too old for learnin’ new tricks
And openin’ other doors.
The cheese is much too cheesy,
Bees are much too beesy,
Dogs are much too fleasy,
Livin’ ain’t so easy
Doin’ the chores, chores, chores!
Chores!
Chores! Chores! Chores!
I start my working day at dawn,
Lovin’ such goin’s on
Happily developing brawn
At chores, chores, chores!
Chores! Chores! Chores!
Earn an honest livelihood
Pichin’ hay, choppin’ wood.
Ev’ry night I’m feelin’ so good
From chores, chores, chores!
I’d hate to live in the city
Where no one tends the crops
And traffic never stops!
The stone and brick ain’t so pretty
And nature’s only seen in flower shops!
Cheers for chores.
The country girls are natch’ral folk,
Like to laugh, like to joke.
City girls are learnin’ to smoke
Behind their parlor doors.
The country maid is classy,
Sweet and sassafrassy,
Slim and hour glassy,
Wish I had this lassy
Sharin’ my chores, chores, chores!
Chores!
