I'm the Boss

Before a man marries, one thing he should get straight:
Who is the captain, who is the first mate
To mop standing up or to scrub on his knees
A man’s entitled to decisions like these
I’m the boss
There’s no doubt of it
I’m the boss
And I’m proud of it
I make the decisions and mine is the final one
Don’t tell me how the dishes should be done
My woman and I we live in tranquillity
Don’t ask how to spell it; I’m not nobility
I say men are smarter and my woman agrees
What I cook for supper should be up to me
He’s the boss
There’s no doubt of it
He’s the boss
And I’m proud of it
I make the decisions and mine is the final one
Don’t tell me how the dishes should be done
Take my advice, friend: stay in the driver’s seat
You give her an inch and you’re doomed to defeat
Let her know you’re the boss. Man can’t live on his knees
Fold the baby’s diapers any way that you please
I’m the boss
There’s no doubt of it
I’m the boss
He’s so proud of it
I make the decisions and mine is the final one
Don’t tell me how the dishes should be done