She calls to say she's working late.
Won't make it home til after eight.
He takes the supper off the stove.
Dinner plans will have to wait.

He sits remembering back when
he'd call to say "I'll be late again".
She use to sit alone and cry.
Now he knows the reasons why.
It's a topsy turvy world.

Hugs her when she walks through the door.
Because that's what "good wives" are for.
Over done dinner by candle light,
like a "good husband" she asks for more.

She falls asleep in the easy chair,
like "good husbands" everywhere.
He does the dishes, sweeps the floor,
says "we don't talk much anymore
in our topsy turvy world".

Being good husbands and wives,
careing for each others lives.
Doing what needs to be done,
getting their loving on the run.
It's a topsy turvy world.