When did love become a chore?
When did effort became so tiresome?
When did happiness became scarce?
Music suddenly sounds stale
Nothing is making sense.
You drag your feet but get nowhere
And everything around you is darkness
When did these fall apart?
When did everything became such a chore?
Hold your horses little man, I’m not done with you yet
There’s a lot you have to do still I bet
You’ve finished cleaning your room, well that’s swell
But there’s still that matter with your shoes
Oh that smell!
You’ve been mean to your sister
So see here mister
Your grounded for three whole months
No use trying to get your way with that pout
I’m telling mom you’re being mean
I’m telling her you’ve been plotting schemes
I’m telling about what you’ve done to the dog
I’m telling her you’ve been keeping a frog
I’m sure she’d like to see your messy room
If I were you, I’d go get the broom
I’m telling her you haven’t cleaned your shoes
I’m telling her you drank all the juice
I’ll tell her about you shaving our neighbor’s cat
Oh! I’m sure she’d love to see what happened to daddy’s hat
I’ll tell her all about this and more
Unless you help me do my chores