Well, I'm the "banker" in our marriage. Paying bills and filling out tax forms tends to get him sweaty. (I think he fears we lose the house or get put in jail, if he booboos.) And, since I keep watch on how much money we have to live on for the month, he also checks with me if he can buy something over $50. Not because I'll say no, if I don't want him to buy it, but because it's always good to have enough money in the account when he wants to buy it. So, our home is sort of the reverse of her home.
I do respect him though.
I always thought it was a song about a guy who would go out and get drunk every night. (Works, but gives nothing of himself to her.)