Bruce: 40 housewives start out that day
No note, they just got up and went West, the direction of change,
The biggest direction of all You could see them swaying in the breeze
Stirring soup
Hoping
The housewives moved out onto the highway Cheekbones to the wind
Gargling destiny
They had left no note on the fridge with magnetic grapes
There hadn't been time
Some of them held pies out in front of them,
like divining rods of freedom
They'd meant to put the pies on the windowsill to cool,
but for some reason they just kept on going
And by now those pies were so cool, they're smoldered
They were red hot, brother

500 housewives,
no longer just brunettes, blonds, and redheads,
moved through Birmingham
They'd thrown down their oven mitts
They'd cast their collanders off some miles back
Through Casper and Cheyenne,
Des Moines and Fort Wayne, they marched
Gaining strength Gaining calm

There was no need for TV trays
In the cool breeze of the Arizona desert
There was no reason to cut coupons
from the papers and the towns that
Dotted their path
But, my friend,
if you'd seen them
over the horizon
like a watery pool of locusts,
they came and were comin'

Kids holdin sticks, and dogs,
and men with bellies
lined what seemed to their path
Men just stood there as if to say,
"Honey, what's for dinner?"
The men didn't realize there would be no hot dinner,
not even a soup and sandwich
Cathy's not cookin',
not this good eve, fatboy!
Because tonight the dinnertables had really turned

By the time they reached the ocean
they were 5000 housewives strong
Holding hands, with a crazed-ferret look in their eyes, slowly, together,
they took a step
And as their tired feet creased the moonlit water
they paused and looked back from where they'd came,
As if to say,
"Are you comin?"
[Woman's voice echoes "Are you comin? Comin?"]

"It's easy"

[woman's voice echoes "It's easy It's easy"]