My mum says my rooms a mess
It is a bit, I must confess
But hey, I really like it just this way
I don't care to brush my hair
Or tidy up, that's very rare
But my mum wants to do it all today
My mum says "Get out of bed Rob"
My mum says "Your such a slob Bob"
My mum says I'm driving her insane
My mum says "Make your bed Rob"
My mum says "You need a job Bob"
My mum says she won't tell me again
My mum says she really means it
She's serious, I've got to clean it
Things are getting desperate in here
My mum says its for the best
But I'm not like all the rest
It's gonna have to wait another year
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But I ain't listening
My mum thinks she's in control
She didn't count on rock 'n' roll
The only thing that gets me through the day
So leave out all those books and toys
Lets get down and make some noise
Cos my mums never gonna get her way