I see a story in the Male, which displayed below its banner a teaser for a story in its Female section entitled “You can never fancy a man who becomes a house-husband”, showing a sad-looking guy wearing a stupid apron. As a former house-husband myself (and I still do spend most of my time at home) I can vouch for the great time I had bringing up my kids – and of all my friends bar possibly one I seemed to be having the best sex-life. So there with brass balls on…. here is the song: “The Man in the Apron“.
lyrics
The man in the apron
I am the man in the apron
I like to hang out in the kitchen
Comfortable with a hand whisk and pepper mill
As with a forklift or a precision drill
I have baked as many loaves as you’ve had cakes
It’s me who has to get up in the night when baby wakes
And it ain’t peculiar
I am proud to wear the apron strings
And even when I wear my fairy wings
I can be myself
I can be a man
The man in the apron
I have toiled these many years
To make our family happy
Those nappies soiled, those tiny tears
You should not call me sappy
It’s true I lose my rag more than a mummy
But you should know that I am more
Than just a housebound dummy
