This house is a mess And I am living in this filth And the doctor would say That it is bad for my health
But I have better, better things to do Than always tidy up after
Is it any wonder that you can’t catch your breath When the air you’re breathing in is saturated with the dust from the last mess you made? Can you remember when was the last time you washed a plate? Aren’t you embarrassed that every room in this house is in a state?