Lyrics of
Full Time Job

I'm a Mother, I'm a lover
A chef, a referee
I'm a Doctor and a chauffer, seven days a week
I ain't asking for a medal, yea, 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
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
(Verse 2)