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.