[Intro] Roll call! Who’s wrapped in receipts? Mommy’s on the case! [Verse 1] There’s a rustle in the pantry, there’s a crinkle in the hall, A bandaged little bandit just escaped the bank vault wall. He’s got a hundred-dollar forehead, dollar bills for feet, And he’s leaving tiny money trails all over the street. Mommy grabs her slippers and her magnifying glass, Says, “I’ve chased you through the laundry—now you’re not gonna pass!” The mummy says, “I’m priceless!” She says, “That’s what they all say. You still owe me for the groceries you wrapped up yesterday!” [Pre-Chorus] He goes, “I’m a treasure!” She goes, “You’re a mess!” He drops a shiny quarter from his tattered little dress. [Chorus] Mummy for Mommy, run, run, run! Money-wrap mummy, you’re no match for Mom! She’s got the coupons, she’s got the plan, She’ll catch that cash-bandage if anybody can! Mummy for Mommy, zig and zag, He’s a walking wallet in a bedsheet bag! “Come back here!” “I’m almost free!” Mommy says, “You can’t out-hustle me!” [Verse 2] He took the bus to Cairo with a suitcase full of change, But Mommy had a travel mug and tracked him on the range. He hid behind a statue; she peeked around its nose. He tried to pay his getaway fare with one of his own toes. The driver said, “Exact change.” The mummy gave a grin. Mommy hollered, “That’s my sock!” and reeled the rascal in. He rolled like a loose coin down the market avenue, But tripped on one loose bandage—what a sticky thing to do! [Pre-Chorus] He goes, “I’m a fortune!” She goes, “You’re overdue!” “First you pay me back, then we’ll discuss your debut!” [Chorus] Mummy for Mommy, run, run, run! Money-wrap mummy, you’re no match for Mom! She’s got the coupons, she’s got the plan, She’ll catch that cash-bandage if anybody can! Mummy for Mommy, zig and zag, He’s a walking wallet in a bedsheet bag! “Come back here!” “I’m almost free!” Mommy says, “You can’t out-hustle me!” [Bridge] He offers her a million—well, a million tiny cents. She says, “That’s not a million; that’s a jar of loose expense!” He says, “I’ll be your butler!” She says, “You can start today. Dust the shelf, fold the towels, and put the bills away.” He sighs, “I’m rich in spirit!” She says, “Then spirit the broom!” Now he’s sweeping up the coins he dropped all through the room. [Final Chorus] Mummy for Mommy, run, run, run! Money-wrap mummy, now the chase is done! She’s got the coupons, she’s got the plan, And he’s folding laundry like a responsible man! Mummy for Mommy, no more flight, He’s paying back the groceries tonight! “Can I keep one coin?” “You may keep three!” Mommy says, “You’re still on chore duty!” [Outro] Mummy for Mommy! He’s wrapped up—chores and all!
