Working Mother/Father Lyrics

You said when you lent me $20

You wouldn't hold it to me, yeah?

But your breath still tastes like sherry on my lips

And I haven't drank a bottle since

I'm a mother to my cat

And I'm a father to my friends

I pick them up from school

And I make all the rules

And I cook them breakfast

You think cause you carry a briefcase

And take the L to work

That I'll cut up all your vegetables

Well baby you're driving me berserk

I cut my own hair

And I cut my friends too

I'm a working mother

And I'm a working father too