by Dean Friedman
She`s a working mom. From the time the alarm clock rings,
till the coffee`s on, she can handle a million things.
Their daddy`s gone, but she keeps keeping on.
First she picks out their clothes, then she wipes a runny nose,
makes their beds and when the bathtub overflows, she remains so calm.
Let`s here it for the working mom.
She goes to bed with the night light on.
`Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy children such a fright.
With one touch, they`re gone.
She`s a working mom. And she keeps all her kids in line,
with an outstretched palm, and a warning they`d better mind,
cause one more time and they will see stars shine.
But they`re not scared `cause Mommy starts to smile
and they all know that in a little while, things`ll be just fine.
Let`s here it for the working mom.
She goes to bed with the night light on.
`Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy children such a fright.
With one touch, they`re gone.
She`s a working mom and it wasn`t the life she chose.
Drive the kids to school and then off to work she goes.
But heaven knows, how her love for them grows.
At times it`s hard, but she has no regrets
`cause in her heart she knows the love she gets, it overflows.
Let`s hear it for the working mom.
She goes to bed with the night light on.
`Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy children such a fright.
With one touch, they`re gone.
And ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy mommies such a fright.
With one touch they`re gone.
Let`s hear it for the working mom.
Let`s hear it for the working mom…