Clean my room? You've gotta be mad!
How can a mother be so mean?
She's a monster! She's a menace!
So what if there's clothing ten miles deep?
So what if my horse gear is strewn to the sky?
So what if my sheets aint been washed in a year?
So what if my room smells like a septic?
So what if my pillow is mouldy and brown?
So what if my school books can never be found?
To clean up I'm sure would take my whole life,
Sweeping and dusting and folding and more.
What a waste of my life! What a waste of my brains!
Why spend my whole life as a slave to my mess?
Clean my room? You've gotta be mad!
How can a mother be so cruel?
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