Stay at Home Dad lyrics

[Intro]

"Alright baby girl, let's sing to it."

[Pre-Verse 1]

You're getting your degree, you're going to college

I'm making music and hoping that Kanye puts me on

But If I don't make it baby, would you be mad at me?

If I just chilled at home as your stay-home-daddy?

[Verse 1]

Come on, I'll make you coffee (coffee), and a bagel (bagel)

And another bagel (two bagels)

Keep on reading that paper, then it's off you go

"Hun, you're gonna be late,

Don't forget your briefcase, drive safe" ("Peace, babe")

Wake up the kids, toast the toast, put the Raisin Bran up in the bowl

The toast.. did I forget the toast?

The toast is toast, dammit, I burnt the toast

Start crying, the kid's like, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's not you, kids, it's just me, I'm alone

Papa's a little bit stressed out -- oh, fuck!"

Feeling so sensitive, I'm going for a latte

See what's popping at pilates

Hit up my friends like, "Yo, what up man, you trying to have a spa date?

The fuck? You're a stay at home dad, that's not gay!"

[Hook]

Ay, ay, ay, ay, you go to work, I mow the lawn

Ay, ay, ay, ay, you make the cheese, I'll bring the guac (nacho sauce, Spanish)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, you buy the clothes, I'll take them off ("JNCOS! FUBU!")

Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm a stay at home dad, this is my job

[Pre-Verse 2]

You go girl, get that promotion

I'll be on the sofa, collecting unemployment

Yelling at the T.V., watching Maury Povich

Quit groping that girl, Maury Povich

[Verse 2]

Who is this Jenny Jones bitch?

Shit, it's four o'clock, time for Oprah (Oprah!)

The gospel of the Lord, for dads who stay at home

Even though we can't get boners

We still watch Rachael Ray and Emeril cook lasagna

Swooping up the kids from soccer practice (soccer practice)

Then time for gymnastics, Rice Crispy treats and wax baggies

I'm with my kids in the minivvan, listening to NPR

With the windows down, through the cul de sac

Then it's homework time, dinner time, set the placemats

Cook, clean, tuck the rugrats in blankets

Then I lay you down, pop two Cialis, put on Sting

And then go quench my palette

Is that douche, or does your cooch just smell like flowers?

Your feet are calloused, peppermint towlette

Jasmine pedicure? Scented oil, homeopathic backrub?

I am Alladin, your carpet is magic, your wish has been granted

I would just love to ride your carpet out of the palace

Now keep on bringing the green, baby, and I'll keep on tossing salad

[Hook]

[Outro]

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been conditioned to believe we must fit in a role, brainwashed by Babylon. Depicting our role must match our genitalia, hell to the no. It's men who go to work, and women raise the children, but I know the hardest job is maintaining the household, so I am doing a back-to-back, no tradebacks, with this briefcase. For 2010, I am staying at home."