She gets up every morning at six o'clock

Feeds the baby, makes the breakfast, gets the kids off to school 

And her husband's always late for work

No time to tell her she's still beautiful.

Is this the dream she used to dream?

It's not the way it used to seem

She's a housewife and her work's cut out

No more dancin', no more romance and

No more Rock 'n' Roll. 



Every day seems much the same to her

Little time to put her feet up or to answer the door

But she's learnt how to cope and be thankful for her lot

And she handles it with care as her mother did before.

By all accounts she has arrived

To feel her age at twenty five

She's a housewife and her work's cut out

No more dancin', no more romance and

No more Rock 'n' Roll.



Sometimes she lets herself get carried away

Dreams of a love affair - to brighten up her day.



She's a housewife and her life's cut out

No more dancin', no more romance and

No more Rock 'n' Roll.



She's a housewife and her life's cut out

No more dancin', no more romance and

No more Rock 'n' Roll.