At whatever I do, I am topping,
the laundry, the shopping.
My job it will never be finished,
For the chores, they are never
In the morning I rise with the
And am busy right up until dark.
I’m a nursemaid, a chauffeur, a
There is nothing I do that is
My job doesn’t end with a time
There is always a dirty 0uld sock.
How I envy the factory worker,
when he clocks off he hurries on home,
But the housewife, cum laundress,
cum driver, still hopes for a moment alone.
Would I change my thankless job
if I could?
Yes, you bet, I bloody well