Half done is not well done.
Every little thing i do i can't do right, as the clothes can't dry right without the sun.
A family too big too hard to controll.
I gotta do one thing and then a nag to do the other i gotta play a triple role.
Do i do bits of each and it aint enough.
Well the babies need attention the mother comes and drops her on the floor she crawls while i'm busy and the job gets so tough.
I can't keep this up the way you tell me things is not the way i like it.
I can't just do my jobs in one bit.
I have to do a little bit at a time because here it goes, washing the dishes i gotta wash my bottles so move away.
Then i do the hovering, the baby wants to play.
I go to mop the bathroom somebody wants to go inside.
So i get the clothes and go outside.
Somebody wants to cut the grass.
Why i do bit, but bit is you don't see how much you harrass.
I try to do one thing and it never gets done look at our life played back on rewind.
You want to do things while i aint done and say i am too slow while i wait for you so i do it anyway coz you spend all day talking away i never get the chance to unwind.
Why all the complains at least it all gets done so what if its in chunks half done...
Aint well done, but in my heart bits and bobs from here and there all get done in the end so i deserve a welldone.
