The table that was once well set
With lots of food for hungry guests
Is now a rather messy scene
That someone really needs to clean
Oh, to the kitchen, who will dare
To clean the crockery that's there?
With lots of food for hungry guests
Is now a rather messy scene
That someone really needs to clean
Oh, to the kitchen, who will dare
To clean the crockery that's there?
For in the sink, and on the racks
Are dirty plates in crooked stacks
With glasses that once sparkled fine
Now painted in a reddish grime
And cast about for all to see
Is ever un-washed cutlery
Are dirty plates in crooked stacks
With glasses that once sparkled fine
Now painted in a reddish grime
And cast about for all to see
Is ever un-washed cutlery
The pots and pans are piling up
Along with mugs and coffee cups
And knives and forks and silver spoons
Retain the stains of long gone food
No longer are they clean and plush
They're strangers to the scrubbing brush
Along with mugs and coffee cups
And knives and forks and silver spoons
Retain the stains of long gone food
No longer are they clean and plush
They're strangers to the scrubbing brush
So, who will wash away the stains?
And who will make them shine again?
They really will not wash themselves
Or place themselves upon the shelves
You can't eat food off grubby plates
No longer can these dishes wait
And who will make them shine again?
They really will not wash themselves
Or place themselves upon the shelves
You can't eat food off grubby plates
No longer can these dishes wait
So roll those sleeves and fill the tub
And give those plates a mighty scrub
And wash until your arms are sore
We must fulfill this washing chore
For washing-up's the price we pay
For all the food we eat each day!
And give those plates a mighty scrub
And wash until your arms are sore
We must fulfill this washing chore
For washing-up's the price we pay
For all the food we eat each day!
