It's the weekend,
And the mothers are out,
The fathers are mowing the lawn,
And the kids are up early,
Playing up and about.,
I see some man assemble,
Around the liquor shop,
Talk about recession,
And how they wish,
For an extra job,
I turn back to the kids,
For they seem to care less,
But I hear one of them say,
My dad just became unwaged.
So I listen to the mothers,
They go on talking about there hair,
For they know,
Their man will come through this,
And somehow make it to thein the end.
