Witches with Britches

I heard a rumor, someone named Bloomer is wearing pants instead of a dress These Lysistrata make us castrata, leaving only women I guess Witches with britches should stop all their bitches And get back in the kitchen where they belong We rule the world as history's confirmed, Mother Nature can hardly be wrong All of these women who think they're free belong over my knee And taught a lesson they sorely need, The Bible has so decreed Gathered in covens, cooking up all their schemes Instead of over ovens, stewing up greens The world is asunder, they'll pull us all under, unless we kill this disease At once!