Teenage Holiday

It’s like midday, it’s teenage o’clock

OMG tripping, am I wicked or wot?

Washing up, still piled high in the sink,

What do you mean, didn’t I stop and think?

The dishwasher’s full, duh, you know it’s clean

Empty it? What on earth do you mean?

Pasta? You’re joking? To start the day, just mad!

I’ll have cereal first so it won’t be so bad

Yeah I’ll come shopping, you can buy me some gear

Just wait a minute, I’m not finished here

I need a shower, do Facebook, and gel up my hair

Get dressed in some rad clothes so people don’t stare

Text mates to tell them what I’m going to do

Search under several piles to find a missing shoe

Oh God does the bruv have to come as well

Shopping with him is my idea of hell

Whaddya mean? It’s what you say and I’ve got no choice?

I’m practically a man, and I have a voice

I can make a stand, I know what to do

Yeah I know you’re busy – can’t you see I am too?!

Ok, I can see you’re angry, I’m sorry, I’ll come

Just give me ten minutes and… 

I love you mum!