he wont go to bed for you, but he does for me

shes never been a sleepy head for you, but she always was for me

they get mad and scream at you, then beam in my direction

so I lead them off like little lambs while you smart at their defection



he wont say thanks or please for you, but he will for me

she wont eat her peas for you, but shell eat swill for me

now do you wonder why I have such charm and power

to get them doing all the things you cant

am I some cross between Raffi, and Muammar Qaddafi?

No, its simple, youre the mummy, Im the aunt



they think my house is prettier

my chesterfield is cozier

my foolish jokes are wittier

my roses they look rosier

my Oreos taste better

and of course my waters wetter

and the toys you bought that seem to bore them silly

when transplanted over to my house suddenly enchant

am I some cross between Raffi and Muammar Qaddafi?

No its simple, youre the mummy, Im the aunt



he wont take a bath for you but hell scrub his hide for me

she wont do her math for you but shell divide for me

Still, when disasters happen like a bee sting or a bad dream

and the tears wont stop for anything not hugs or even ice cream

then a little voice will say

"I want my mummy right away"

because a mother can do special things a mothers sister cant

its simple - youre the mum, Im just the aunt



and though my water may be wetter

only mum can kiss things better

its simple - youre the mum, Im just the aunt

yes its simple - youre the mum, Im just the aunt

its simple - youre the mummy, Im the aunt!