Full Time Job - текст песни
Full Time Job
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
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