Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Im a mother Im a lover
a chef a referee a doctor
and a chauffeur seven days
a week Iaint asking for a
medal yeah I know you work too
Id just like a little credit
where credit is due

(chorus)
Its the hardest gig Ive known
I work my fingers to the bone
yeah the dishes and the diapers
never stop lousy pay
there aint no 401k
I know this may come as a shock
but this heres a full time job.

(Verse 2)
Well Im takin a vaction
I could use a little fun
Ill be sipping on the silence
and soaking up the sun
Im leaving you my apron
you can try it on for size
you said theres nothing to it
so Im sure youll be fine
(chorus)
In a day or maybe two
youll be changin'your tune
by then youll be rady to drop
workin' my full time job