| Lyrics: | She's got a phone in one hand, a hairbrush in the other
and she says, "Life's too short to stay
home and be a mother"
She says she can have it all 'cause that's The New Deal
so God give
her a hand, 'cause she needs one for the wheel
When he gets home from work, it's well after
seven
But he drives a nice car so he thinks he's in Heaven
and his kids hardly know him but
they've all got nice clothes
and in just a few hours more overtime he can pay-off that
boat
And they've got nice big houses, and they've got nice big cars
and it looks, from
the outside, like they're really going far
but there's trouble in the engine and we're
junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads don't start hanging around
When they get
around to dinner they're damn near half-dead
so they drive through McDonald's and put the kids
off to bed
But they're upwardly mobile and everything is fine
'cause when they do get
together, it's quality time
And they've got nice big houses, and they've got nice big
cars
and it looks, from the outside, like they're really going far
but there's trouble in
the engine and we're junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads don't start hanging
around
They want stickers on the music, they want the laws turned around
They want the
cops to run Beavis and Butthead outta town
They say they care about their children, but it's
just too damn hard
To turn off that TV or sell off that car
And they've got nice big
houses, and they've got nice big cars
and it looks, from the outside, like they're really going
far
but there's trouble in the engine and we're junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads
don't start hanging around
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