Lyrics

Travelin' down the workin' track
My career fell through the cracks
Now it's two steps forward, and three steps back
As I run in place on the mommy track.

I've got ambitions, that's easy to see
I take my job quite seriously
I can hold my own anywhere you choose
So why am I singing the mommy track blues?

In the job interview, the question comes
Real offhanded, like between old chums:
Can you work after hours, and weekends too?
And if you pause, no job for you!

Onsite childcare would solve my woes
I'd work so well with my babies close
But all I hear is that it costs the moon
As the boss heads off to the sauna room!

Didn't we fight for the eight hour day,
And the five day week and overtime pay?
The boss wants to own me, body and soul,
The way he acts, you'd think they paid me in gold!

Mama's little baby wants shorter hours
Mama's little baby wants much more bread!