he wont go to bed for you, but he does for me
shes never been a sleepy head for you, but she always was for me
they get mad and scream at you, then beam in my direction
so I lead them off like little lambs while you smart at their defection
he wont say thanks or please for you, but he will for me
she wont eat her peas for you, but shell eat swill for me
now do you wonder why I have such charm and power
to get them doing all the things you cant
am I some cross between Raffi, and Muammar Qaddafi?
No, its simple, youre the mummy, Im the aunt
they think my house is prettier
my chesterfield is cozier
my foolish jokes are wittier
my roses they look rosier
my Oreos taste better
and of course my waters wetter
and the toys you bought that seem to bore them silly
when transplanted over to my house suddenly enchant
am I some cross between Raffi and Muammar Qaddafi?
No its simple, youre the mummy, Im the aunt
he wont take a bath for you but hell scrub his hide for me
she wont do her math for you but shell divide for me
Still, when disasters happen like a bee sting or a bad dream
and the tears wont stop for anything not hugs or even ice cream
then a little voice will say
"I want my mummy right away"
because a mother can do special things a mothers sister cant
its simple - youre the mum, Im just the aunt
and though my water may be wetter
only mum can kiss things better
its simple - youre the mum, Im just the aunt
yes its simple - youre the mum, Im just the aunt
its simple - youre the mummy, Im the aunt!
