Story Behind The Song
Originally, this song was entitled "Mothers of Teenagers, Unite!" I changed a few words to "young it down" so that elementary school kids could be targeted in this song. This is a militant song. This song declares war on messy rooms. May it be a clarion call for moms everywhere to exercise their authority, show their kids who's boss and MAKE THEM CLEAN THEIR ROOMS. Amen!
Song Description
Reminiscent of the Irish Washer Woman (public domain) tune, this funny folk song places a bullseye on kids. It urges moms to gather courage and resolve and make their kids keep their rooms tidy. This comic piece is sure to bring smiles and get everyone marching around the house picking up. Until the dungeon is clean, the I-phone stays in mommy's pocket. 'Nuff said!
Song Length |
4:04 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Unique - Comedy |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Female |
Mood |
Frenzied, Stressed |
Subject |
Mother, Baby, Children |
Similar Artists |
Laurie Berkner, Raffi |
Language |
No Language |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There once was a mother who had a solution
To rid her son's room of all its pollution.
She opened his window and started to pitch;
The stuff on the floor flew out to the ditch.
The pile grew higher; the carpet was clean.
Her son returned home and started to scream
But Mother stood steadfastly on her two feet.
She joined in the army and marched to the beat.
CHORUS: Mothers of messy kids, unite!
Stand up, be counted, join the fight!
You're the boss! You have authority!
Make them the minions that they're meant to be!
Stand up and make them clean their room!
Throw 'em a dustrag and a broom!
Pluck up your courage, girls, and with me stress,
"Clean up your room! Death to this mess!"
Please pick up your hairballs and vacuum the floor
And throw out the papers you stashed by the door
And wipe up the food crumbs you left on your desk
'Cause Mommy is sick and tired of your mess!
Put all your DVD's back in their cases and
Hang up your towels in proper places
And make up your bed like I told you before.
I refuse to put up with a slob anymore.
Your laundry belongs in your drawer and your closet.
When dirty, you must in the hamper deposit
And throw a load into the washing machine
'Cause I'm not your slave, and I'm getting real mean.
I happen to know where your i-Phone™ is hiding.
It's here in my pocket and safely abiding
And there it will stay till your dungeon is clean
For this my castle and I am the queen!
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