[INTRO – SPOKEN, SARCASTIC] I raised these kids to be independent. Somewhere along the way, they got independent of doing a damn thing! Lord, give me patience… ‘Cause I’m running out of coffee! [VERSE 1] Got grown-ass kids with two good hands, But helping Mama ain’t in their plans. Winter’s coming, yard’s a mess, Guess who’s cleaning? Take a guess! He’s at his girlfriend’s, living his best life, While Mama’s outside with a rake and a knife. I don’t mind love, I think it’s sweet, But there’s a whole damn yard beneath your feet! [PRE-CHORUS] I shouldn’t have to ask, shouldn’t have to yell, You live here too, can’t you freaking tell? And when I finally ask for a hand, Here come the eye rolls, ain’t life grand! [CHORUS] Mama’s clocked out, Mama’s had enough, Tired of being everybody’s cleanup truck! The huffs, the sighs, the attitude, Lord, I’m surrounded by an ungrateful brood! I love you all, but here’s the deal, I’m done explaining how a broom should feel! I want some quiet, a little romance, And five damn minutes with my man! [VERSE 2] Then there’s twelve with an attitude, Rolling those eyes like it’s something new. Ask her to help, she starts out strong, Three little minutes and she’s gone! Big spoons here, little spoons there, How’d one end up in the underwear? Her bedroom smells like a farmer’s shed, I’m scared to look underneath that bed! [PRE-CHORUS] Nobody did it, nobody knows, Nobody sees where the laundry goes. But everybody’s hungry at half past six, And Mama’s about to lose her shit! [CHORUS] Mama’s clocked out, Mama’s had enough, Tired of being everybody’s cleanup truck! The huffs, the sighs, the attitude, Lord, I’m surrounded by an ungrateful brood! I love you all, but here’s the deal, I’m done explaining how a broom should feel! I want some quiet, a little romance, And five damn minutes with my man! [BRIDGE – SPOKEN, PLAYFUL] You see that garbage? It doesn’t walk itself outside. Those dishes? They don’t have little legs. And that smell coming from your bedroom? Honey, I’m about to call the health department! And while we’re at it… When exactly are y’all moving out?! [FINAL CHORUS – BIG, FUN, SINGALONG] Mama’s clocked out, I’m turning in my keys, Somebody else can scrub those damn baseboards, please! I raised you right, I taught you well, So why’s this house a living hell?! I love my kids, I really do, But Mama’s got a husband she’d like to see too! So grab that rake, put your phones away, And give your poor old mama a holiday! [OUTRO – SPOKEN WITH A LAUGH] And don’t ask me what’s for dinner! There’s food in the fridge. There’s a stove in the kitchen. Figure it out! Now where’s my husband? Doodles! Lock the bedroom door! 😂
