Working Mother Lyrics

I catch the early shoppers train

Leaves Leeds at half past eight

With women who are Harrods bound

from headscarfed Harrogate

I change my clothes at Kings Cross

From bland to vivid bait

I'm a working mother earning jam for tea


In a hotel called the Harlequin

With carpets that are bald

I offer several services

At least that's what they're called

But there's no real variation on a fifteen minute maul

I'm a working mother hoping to get home


Working mother under cover

Another violent kiss

Working mother pop-up lover

Am I worth more than this?



My husband drove his HGV

Through France and Spain

He'd always add 3 extra days

So he could see Elaine

They're now in Alicante

Where it doesn't even rain

I'm a working mother going home for tea


My Alice is a princess

Likes puppies, dolls and pink

Wayne's three years older

Wants his own ice skating rink

One day they'll know

By which time I could be dead from the drink

They're my babies and they need an earning mother


Working mother under cover

Another violent kiss

Working mother pop-up lover

Am I worth more than this?