[Spoken]
This place is a mess!
I ain't gettin' paid for this.
Oh, you want me to pay half the rent?
Until y'all start working around here, you ain't gettin' NOTHIN' from me!
[Verse 1:]
I'm living with two grown men, it's like living with boys,
They leave a trail of chaos, and they make all the noise.
The kitchen table's filthy, crumbs and sugar stuck like glue,
I'm cleaning up their messes, but I've had enough, it's true.
[Chorus:]
Housework blues, I've got the housework blues,
They won't lift a finger, and I've got nothing to lose.
Housework blues, it's a battle every day,
They leave the mess for me, and I'm the one who pays.
[Verse 2:]
They can't cook a meal, and they won't clean a plate,
They leave clothes everywhere, and then they sit and wait.
Asking where their socks are, getting mad when they can't find,
But it's me who does the laundry, and I'm losing my mind.
[Chorus:]
Housework blues, I've got the housework blues,
They won't lift a finger, and I've got nothing to lose.
Housework blues, it's a battle every day,
They leave the mess for me, and I'm the one who pays.
[Instrumental solo]
[Verse 3:]
I can't invite a friend, it's too embarrassing to show,
The dirty floors, the clutter, it's a never-ending woe.
I'm overworked and tired, but they don't seem to care,
Living in this chaos is more than I can bear.
[Chorus:]
Housework blues, I've got the housework blues,
They won't lift a finger, and I've got nothing to lose.
Housework blues, it's a battle every day,
They leave the mess for me, and I'm the one who pays.
[Outro:]
So listen up, you grown men, it's time to do your share,
This house is not a hotel, and it's time to show you care.
Housework blues, I'm putting down my broom,
It's time to change the tune, and clean up this room.