Lyrics
I got sent to clean up my room
with a feather duster a mop and a broom
When I couldn't even open the door
My mom screamed "That's it! No more!"
We need an earthmover, bulldozer, dumptruck
A street sweeper's needed to clean up the rest
My child's room is a mess...
I tried to cheer up my mom with a dance
But I tripped on my toys and I ripped my pants
Mom tried to find another pair in the pile
She handed me my sister's dress with a smile...
CHORUS
If this here story sounds familiar to you
There's only one thing that you can do
You gotta pick up your toys
You gotta pick up your clothes
You gotta pick up your things before everybody knows...
CHORUS
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