My fireworks went-off on the forth of July, But, it was inside the car and made my mom cry, No one was hurt, But, mom was real curt, And, lectured until us kids heaved a sigh.
There was a girl from the Midland mores,
She liked doing dishes and scrubbing floors,
She would work half a day,
She would work for no pay,
Good old mom did most of my chores.