For Mama, Relax
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The house is not spic and span
You will pick up a broom, duster and dustpan
With swift strokes, you begin to dust and sweep
You dream of a perfectly clean house, even in your sleep.
The kitchen towel is not hung in its place
A picture is crooked
An empty mug lies on the table
Everything has to be returned to its original place
Early every morning
The table is perfectly laid
With a sumptious breakfast
For your son, he has to eat first
Before he goes off to work
You are upset at the dog
Which has peed on your perfect lawn
Leaving behind a brown patch
Of which you will replace with a new green patch
When relatives intend to visit
You become a busy bee
Checking every corner of the house
Ensuring that the house is as neat as can be
When I was a child, running barefoot in the streets
I return to have you inspect
And scrub those filthy feet
Oh, Pa calls you the Foot Inspector!
You have to be amongst the earliest
And push your way through all the other shoppers
So that you don't miss a sale
Getting a bargain, you can't afford to fail.
When the traffic light is green
On the excelerator you will step
Your heart a pumping, full of adrenaline
For you must be ahead before the sign says stop.
Mama, the house is comfortable as it is
It doesn't have to be hygienically clean
A crooked picture acts character
Relatives come to see us
A neat house would not matter
I like my crack and dirty feet
For it means I've toiled in the garden
And so what if you miss the traffic light
It will give you time to ponder
A minute to relax and smile
At other frowning drivers
You don't need to prepare breakfast
On every single day
For we are overfed
And we can skip a day
Mama, relax
You have given enough
We all love you, even in a less than perfect home
For being perfect is way too tough
So, relax, dance and have a good laugh!
You will pick up a broom, duster and dustpan
With swift strokes, you begin to dust and sweep
You dream of a perfectly clean house, even in your sleep.
The kitchen towel is not hung in its place
A picture is crooked
An empty mug lies on the table
Everything has to be returned to its original place
Early every morning
The table is perfectly laid
With a sumptious breakfast
For your son, he has to eat first
Before he goes off to work
You are upset at the dog
Which has peed on your perfect lawn
Leaving behind a brown patch
Of which you will replace with a new green patch
When relatives intend to visit
You become a busy bee
Checking every corner of the house
Ensuring that the house is as neat as can be
When I was a child, running barefoot in the streets
I return to have you inspect
And scrub those filthy feet
Oh, Pa calls you the Foot Inspector!
You have to be amongst the earliest
And push your way through all the other shoppers
So that you don't miss a sale
Getting a bargain, you can't afford to fail.
When the traffic light is green
On the excelerator you will step
Your heart a pumping, full of adrenaline
For you must be ahead before the sign says stop.
Mama, the house is comfortable as it is
It doesn't have to be hygienically clean
A crooked picture acts character
Relatives come to see us
A neat house would not matter
I like my crack and dirty feet
For it means I've toiled in the garden
And so what if you miss the traffic light
It will give you time to ponder
A minute to relax and smile
At other frowning drivers
You don't need to prepare breakfast
On every single day
For we are overfed
And we can skip a day
Mama, relax
You have given enough
We all love you, even in a less than perfect home
For being perfect is way too tough
So, relax, dance and have a good laugh!
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