Mother: Your room is a disaster.
Child: I'm doing something right now.
Mother: You need to do something about your room right now.
Mother: Right. Now.
Child: (singing) Some day!
Living in a big ole city!
And all you're ever gonna be is mean!
Mother: (singing) That day!
Renting out your big ole bedroom!
And all it's ever gonna be is clean!
Mother: (singing) But to-day!
Sweeping with a big old push broom!
And I'll be making me a cup of tea!
Child: MOM! STOP!