I figure, Alanis Morissette, didn't quite hit the nail on the head. So, I decided to help out a bit.
Play this and sing along....it's much better that way!
An old Mom, turned ninety-eight
The kids left home, came back with eight
It's like a child's turd, in your new Burberry.
I gotta go, two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think
(chorus)
Its like puke, on your new comforter
Its a potty training son, and a broken washer
Its the toddler sleeping in, on a work day
Who would've thought ... it figures
Mom, I need it now, can you get it for me?
The store is now closed, the one we just left
What do I look like, your damn chauffeur
And as she turned around, they said,
"Just go back!"
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
(chorus)
Its like puke, on your new comforter
Its a potty training son, and a broken washer
Its the toddler sleeping in, on a work day
Who would've thought ... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think the laundry's done, another pile appears
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everyones well, then the youngest blows chunks
in your face
It's a screaming kid, in a quiet church
You giggle to yourself, then find its yours
It's like ten thousand wipes when all you need is a diaper
It's running into your ex-boyfriend
In Mommy jeans and a snotty t-shirt
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... hell yeah I really do think...
(chorus)
Its like puke, on your new comforter
Its a potty training son, and a broken washer
Its the toddler sleeping in, on a work day
Who would've thought ... it figures
Life has a funny way of screwing you over
Hubby has a funny, funny way of helping, not
I give up.
