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.              (CHORUS)

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!                  (CHORUS)