Long long ago back in the time of yore
When all houses had a pantry door
When life was never classed as fun
And a woman's work is never done
From house to head honcho in a poncho
Through striving and lots of I told you so
Whether housewife or soldier with a gun
A woman's work is never done
Once it was knee deep in clothes
Now school run traffic never flows
No matter if it's rain or summer sun
A woman's work is never done
Today when daddies become mummies
And everyone has a tech book for dummies
You will find whether happy or glum
New Age Man's work is never done
You see the moral of the story so far
Is in most cases gone is the gender bar
From simplicity way up to stardom
A woman's work is never done
From simplicity way up to stardom
A woman's work is never done