Queen For a Day, Dishes for a Lifetime

[INTRO – spoken over bass + dish clatter] Woke up before the rooster, crept down the hall, Operation Mother’s Day — gonna give it my all. Toast on fire, coffee tastes like tar, Eggs still in the shell — Michelin star. [VERSE 1 – spoken/groove] Syrup on the ceiling, milk on the floor, Flour handprints all over the door. Juice in the blender without the lid, It’s the greatest royal breakfast… from a seven-year-old kid. [CHORUS – gang vox + heavy guitar] (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): The crown don’t fit just right… (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): …then dishes for a lifetime. (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): Burnt toast on a paper plate… (gang): Queen for a day! …and Dad gets socks in June. (lead) [VERSE 2 – spoken/groove] Here’s your royal latte — extra grounds, no cream, And a peanut butter omelet, if you know what I mean. Paper crown sideways, glitter in the jam, It’s a Hallmark holiday — well, sort of… ma’am. [BRIDGE – dramatic, Faith No More-style] Hear ye, hear ye, the kingdom declares, Mom’s got her breakfast… and maple syrup in her hair. The court jester’s crying, the dog’s eating cake, Royalty’s a prison you can’t escape. [FINAL CHORUS – full chaos] (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): And the crown’s just plastic! (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): …then dishes for a lifetime. (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): Burnt toast on a paper plate… (gang): Queen for a day! (lead): And the palace is on fire. [OUTRO – muttered over bass fade + kitchen noises] Happy Mother’s Day… I’ll clean it up later. …maybe.