The First Lady

She's the first lady she's the first lady

She's the first lady of the land

She might have been a teacher

A job that she'd adore

She might have been a housewife

A wife and nothing more

She might have been an actress

Who might have played broadway

But my husband had to be president

Hmm

And what am I today

I'm the first lady of the land

The first lady of the land

Standing on a receiving line

Winding up with an aching spine

Calluses on my receiving hand

As the first lady of the land

For every week a different hairdo

Which means another dress

Those meetings with committees

And sparing with the press

Those dreary formal dinners

When I stay up 'till dawn

Counting all the silver

When the guests have gone

When they March out in single file

And I must smile smile smile

I'd rather be the second

Or the third or the forth

Or the fifth or the sixth

Or the seventh instead

Of the first lady of the land

I'm the first lady of the land

The first lady of the land

Entertaining at lunch or tea

Do do-gooders who call on me

Telling of their noble deeds they've planned

For the first lady of the land

And oh the presents that they send me

An awful lot of junk

An un-housebroken poodle

A dehydrated skunk

A turkey for thanksgiving

Potat'as in a sack

But when they send me a diamond

I must send it back

When the whole cabinet arrives

And bring their wives wives wives

I'd rather be the second

Or the third or the forth

Or the fifth or the sixth

Or the seventh instead

Of the first lady of the land