Ironing Tuesdays

"Don't break your back for me," she said
Without hesitation
"All these things we don't need and
To save the vacations"

But don't you recall mornings spent half-naked in a fray?
Fighting over money, wishing we could run away

From washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
From washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays

Once we had just one room to share
But now we have many
And I work just as hard as if
We didn't have any

Well, I'd relive the blunders and mistakes that I've made
And sacrifice the precious, useless money that I've saved

For washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
For washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays

I could have given up hope, and
We could have split up, but
Boxes of laundry soap, and
Babies that spit up
Kept us together

All of these luxuries we have
They're just ornamental
And whether we have them or not
We can still afford to be sentimental

'Bout times that try us, times that make us work just to survive
Ties that bind us and remind us that we're still alive

Like washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
Like washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
Like washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
Like washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays

Washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
Washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
Washing Saturdays
And ironing Tuesdays
Washing Saturdays