no more rock 'n' roll

Clifford T. Ward

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