The new �Mother Hubbard,�
Doesn�t live in a cupboard.
She�s just a trailer park queen.
And I have no doubts,
She�ll ask for your whereabouts.
Wondering just where you been.
She watches the clock,
As it goes tick-tock,
Watching the minutes slip by.
She�ll fret and she�ll pace,
With a frown on her face,
If you�re late, she�ll want to no why?
When your sister is nosey,
Things aren�t quite so rosy.
When she�s acting just like your mother.
�I�m twenty-four Dee.
Quit embarrassing me.
Perhaps you could bother my brother.�