“It’s unfair”, I moaned ,
To my mother .
It’s just I’m sick ,
of my bossy brother .
Wash your hair ,
It’s so unfair ,
Blah,Blah,Blahblah.
Go to bed early ,
He says to me ,
So my friends can come over to play .
But what if I was in charge?
It would be so much fun,
And plus there’ll be no more complaints .
Except for my brother,
I bet you he’ll cry ,
While he’s in bed ,
at half seven it’s bedtime for my brother ,
Oh yea,
while I’m having dinner in bed.
No party for you,
and ten for me ,
The whole school waits,
Sadly it’s a no ,
My mother says so ,
I’ll have to wait a while .