When the 'boss' retires, the woman works harder.

Twenty-four/seven;
five till eleven,
women are 'on call'.
God bless the woman
whose man is retired.
She'll wish him 'rehired'.
Twenty-four/seven;
five till eleven . . .
it's constant complaints.
Nothing is done right;
she cannot sit down
when he is house-bound.
Twenty-four/seven;
five till eleven . . .
he thinks he's a King
yet she's not his Queen.
The poor, worn out gal
has NO outlet now.
Twenty-four/seven;
five till eleven . . .
he talks constantly
about her mistakes.
Remarkably
he won't let her be!
Twenty-four/seven;
five till eleven . . .
She's let herself go . . .
they've no social life.
Her man is retired;
she's in misery.
Twenty-four/seven;
five till eleven . . .
The clock won't turn back;
the future looks drear.
She's praying to find
her own job this year!