Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Doo-Da, Doo-Da

(Sung to the tune of  "Camp Town Races")

Mom’s gone crazy yes she has
Doo-da, doo da
She can’t wait for the night to pass
Oh, de doo-da day

Hand the mom a beer,
Hand her one real quick,
If you don’t she might just loose her mind,
Or beat you with a stick.

Her son was home from school today,
Doo-da, doo-da
TV and video games all day,
Oh, de doo-da day

But is the boy thankful?
Not even a little bit.
He stomped when she asked him to read his book
And threw a hissy fit.

Her middle girl was at a friend's today,
Doo-da, Doo-da
The first time these girls had ever played,
Oh, de doo-da day

I forgot to pick her up,
I failed to do my share,
She called on the phone to say "where are you?"
(Damn) Hang on and I'll be right there.

The baby is willful yes she is,
Doo-da, Doo da
She destroys the house in one minute,
Oh, de doo-da day.

She won’t listen to a word I say,
And runs around in the nude,
Will she go to bed tonight?
Nope, she’s not in the mood.

My house is trashed, crap’s on the floor,
Doo-da, Doo da
The kids don’t care and look there’s more,
Oh, de doo-da day

Why can’t the house be clean?
Why can’t they pick up their shit?
They’re happy as pigs in mud, it’s true
I don’t like it one little bit.

The laundry pile is five miles high,
Doo-da, Doo-da
I can’t keep up, even tho’ I try
Oh, de doo-da day

There’s clothes on the beds and floors,
And hung from the closet doors,
There’s still a clean basket from last week’s chores,
Oh, de doo-da day

Mom’s gone crazy it’s confirmed,
Doo-da, Doo da
She knows her family will never learn,
Oh, de doo-da day

Hand her another beer,
Who’s counting make it three,
With any luck she’ll go to sleep,
And dream quite peacefully.

2 comments:

Megan said...

Your sister really likes this one
doo, dah, doo dah
Even though you cussed for fun
Oh, doo dah day

When will you ever learn?
That foul language is trash?
I thought you had your masters in
creative writing and Englash?

Ha ha!!

Rachel said...

Aren't you a funny one! I tried to use "garbage" but it had too many syllables, and "stuff" doesn't imply the amount of angst. Maybe I'll have to purchase a book of synonyms...