Wilson Gretchen - Full Time Job lyrics

I'm a mother, I'm a lover

A chef, a referee

I'm a doctor, and a chuffeur

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

Chorus:

It's the hardest gig I've ever 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 her's a full time job

Well I'm takin' 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

Repeat Chorus

In a day or maybe two

You'll be changin' your tune

By then You'll be ready to drop

Workin' my full time job

This here's a full time job

[Thanks to ronnie734@hotmail.com, animallover1026@comcast.net for lyrics]