Out of the Frying Pan

I think that it's fantastic When my wife start's to cook, She gets out all her pots and pans And MY brand new cookery book. She starts to peel some potatoes Then she gets some liquid out. As I look on in wonder, At what it's all about. She then chops up the potatoes And drops them in the pan. I don't know what she is doing, After all, I'm just a man. At last she shouts it's ready, She says she's made my tea. She's sat there eating a takeaway, And it's a plate of chips for me.