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I'm a mother, I'm a lover a chef, a referee I'm doctor and a chauffeur seven days a week I ain't askin't for a metal Yeah, I know you work, too I'd just like a little credit where credit is do Chorus: It's the hardest gig I've known Worked my fingers to the bone Oh, the dishes and the diapers never stop Lousy pay, ain't no 401k This may come as a shock But this here's a full time job Well, I'm takin' a vacation I could use a little fun I'll be sippin' on the silence Soakin' up the sun I'm leavin' you my apron You can try it on for size You say there's nothin' to it So, I'm sure you'll be fine Repeat Chorus In a day or maybe two you'll be changin' your tune by then you'll be ready to drop working my full time job Oh, This here's a full time job |