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