Verse 1:
On one Saturday, when kids went out to play,
yo I was i was upstairs in my room it was all up in a blaze,
wasn't dusted, but crusted,
just a kid with some parodies and a bed that was busted.
All this, I seek, I find my room had finally crossed the line,
clean it, sweep it, take it, like a buttermilk swine.

Chorus:
CLEAN YOUR ROOM. MOMS coming up to my room you know,
BUST MY HIDE LIKE THE RODEO,
CLEAN YOUR ROOM. Im cleanin hard with the vacumn and you know it's dust wild.
CLEAN YOUR ROOM IM A PARODY SENSTATION LAUGHIN' round the nation, watchin the news on the TV STATION.

Verse 2:
theres dust all over my blinds, Its gettin all in my eyes.
It's clean enough to mop it now, but still the smells enough to die.
CLEAN YOUR ROOM. why is my room always dirrty?
My mom and dad are perfect,
but still you don't see no cleanin or moppin from me,
like there seems to be on the other parodies,
I just sit back and relax and I just reast my head for a minute,
I can shove in my closet , hey mom im never gonna clean it, OH NO!

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3:
Why have I emptied out my mind, why's my mother always right, and will I make it? smells like somethin just crawled away and died. CLEAN YOUR ROOM!. CLEAN YOUR ROOM!. CLEAN YOUR ROOM. CLEAN YOUR ROOM

Verse 4:.
On those Saturday when kids go out and play yo Im still cleanin in my room my moms goin insane on Saturdays when kids go out and play, Im still cleanin my room, my moms goin insane i love parodies,i love parodies. ther taking over me. I love my parodies, parodies inside my head.
CLEAN YOUR ROOM moms comin up to my room you know.
CLEAN YOUR ROOM I'm comin OUT with GHETTO style you know im still wild. HEY JOHNNY!!, HEY JOHNNY!! WHAT MOM?!?.


CLEAN YOUR ROOM!!!!!