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The Daily Life
Oh, the daily life takes so much time
I sometimes wish it wasn't mine

There's drive the kids and get the food
I sometimes get in grumpy moods.

There is Mom get me this, Mom get me that
I really want to say, I'm not getting Jack

Or Paul for that matter, Henry or Steve,
I'm not getting any, any kind of feed.

So kids, feed yourselves, you've got the tools
You've got two hands, you make the food.

Then clean the house and wash the car
Mom's going out and dancing like a star!