Mama Burned the Supper and Got Mad

[Verse 1] The skillet's smoking on the stove, the kitchen's filled with haze, Mama's waving that old dish towel, she's having one of her days. She hollered at the dog, and she kicked the kitchen chair, Said, "Dinner's ruined, and I ain't cooking—y'all can eat thin air!" [Chorus] Mama burned the supper and got mad, oh, she’s a sight to see, Slamming pots and pans around, and cursing recipes. We’d all better stay quiet, or we’ll end up just as bad, 'Cause Mama burned the supper and got mad. [Verse 2] The biscuits turned to hockey pucks, the gravy's gone to glue, She said, "This kitchen's cursed tonight, there’s nothing I can do!" She blamed the stove, the cookbook, and the clock up on the wall, But I swear the devil’s laughing in that burnt cornbread ball. [Chorus] Mama burned the supper and got mad, oh, she’s a sight to see, Slamming pots and pans around, and cursing recipes. We’d all better stay quiet, or we’ll end up just as bad, 'Cause Mama burned the supper and got mad. [Bridge] Now Daddy's hiding in the barn, and the kids are on the porch, Grandma's sneaking out the back, holding tight to her old torch. We know better than to ask if she's planning a second round, When Mama’s mad, you keep your head low to the ground. [Verse 3] The smoke alarm's still blaring, and the dog’s begun to howl, The neighbors probably think we’ve got a wild barnyard fowl. But Mama’s settled down now with a glass of sweet iced tea, Said, “Tomorrow night, we’re ordering from that pizza place, you’ll see!”