One of the Smart Ones

[FRANCINE]
You won't find me
In one of those broken-down flats
Commanding an army of brats, not me
You won't catch me
Bent over and ready to scrub
Some grimy old "bringin' the tub", not me

Got it figured, got it planned
How's my future granted?
You won't see me, whenever the dinner is through
With mountains of dishes to do, not me
That's for some-glum, someone else, not me

Listen, my daddy used to tell me
When I was barely three
Laid down with the dog
And you'd get up with the flea
Daddy, I got your message
Daddy, I've seen the light
Daddy, your baby girl is gonna be alright!

I've got it all, figured
You won't find me tied down to some boozy-old slob
Who's chronically out of a job, not me
You won't catch me, uncapping a bottle of beer
And figuring Christmas is here, not me

Got it figured, soon or late
I'll be doing great, great, great!
And when you see me
I know that I'm the top of the town!
My emerald's weighing me down, you'll cry!
There goes Francine, ain't she ridin' high?!