She's over time, under pay
She's kicking and taking nays
She's punching that clock, she's climbing down a ladder
She's spinning those wheels
She can do your job ten times better than do it in heels
So get your glass up for the working woman
When you gotta get done, call the working woman
Thank God for the working woman
You know this country's run by women
The working woman
Don't be fooled, she ain't no pretty face
She rules, there's a route she runs this place
From a mop and a broom to a corner office with a big old desk
Cause everybody knows ain't nobody knows like a woman had a clean mess
Get your glass
up for the working woman
When you gotta get done
You better thank God, thank God
This country's run
Yeah