What, what, what, what, what, what, what I can't understand any of
This, this, this, this, this, this, I'm burning out
And I've waited my turn to be first in line
But you've switched positions and raised the price
And I can't, and I can't do anything about it
And I can't, and I can't ever live without it
Cause I don't know what I'm saying anymore
After all these years I'm still doing chores

You're not my mom
You're not my mom
You're not my mom
You're not mine