Lyrics:

I'm a mother, I'm a lover
A chef, a referee
I'm a doctor and a chauffeur, seven days a week
I ain't asking for a medal, yeah, I know you work too
I'd just like a little credit where credit is due
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yeah, the dishes and the diapers never stop
Lousy pay, there ain't no 401k
I know this may come as a shock
But this here's a full-time job
Well I'm taking a vacation
I could use a little fun
I'll be sipping on the silence
And soaking up the sun
I'm leaving you my apron
You can try it on for size
You said there's nothing to it
So I'm sure you'll be fine
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yea, the dishes and the diapers never stop
Lousy pay, there ain't no 401k
I know this may come as a shock
But this here's a full-time job

In a day or maybe two
You'll be changing your tune
By then you'll be ready to drop
Working my full-time job
This here's a full-time job