Mrs. Jones

Well she packs her daughter’s lunch box
And gets her on her way
And she brews her husband’s coffee
So he can start his day

Then she irons all the doilies
While she’s passing ‘way the time
Til her husband finally leaves
Then she breaks out the coconuts and lime

    ‘Cause now the house is all hers,
    So she pulls down all the shades
    Then she and all her house pets put on
    Conga line parades

         They’re tearing through the halls
         And crawling up the walls
         Her husband calls and calls
         But he can’t get through

         They’re raising up the roof,
         And though I have no proof
         I think she’s breaking laws of nature
         Breaking them right in two.

SOLO

         They’re tearing through the halls
         And crawling up the walls
         Her husband calls and calls
         But he can’t get through

         They’re raising up the roof,
         And though I have no proof
         I think she’s breaking laws of physics
         Breaking them right in two.

    But soon the day is over
    And her people will return,
    It’s sure they’ve had quite a blast,
    Now their happy home is trashed!

She undresses all the kitties and unbuckles all the pups
Throws out all the bottles, makes sure all the cups are washed
They turn the place back upside-right, fix everything they’ve wrecked
Return the decor back to decorum because

Mrs. Jones is a woman of respect.