Mama hollers Supper time
And don't make me tell you twice
Wash your hands and wipe your face
The table's no place for your toys
And try to use your inside voice
Don't dig in 'til we say Grace
So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said
I wanna thank You Lord
For noisy children and slamming doors
And clothes scattered all over the floor
A husband workin' all the time
Draggin' in dead tired at night
An never ending messy kitchen
And dirty dishes
We all got real still and quiet
And daddy asked Honey, you alright?
She said There ain't nothing wrong
Noisy kids are happy kids
And slamming doors just means we live
In a warm and loving home
Your long hours and those dishes in the sink
Means a job and enough to eat
I wanna thank You Lord
For noisy children and slamming doors
And clothes scattered all over the floor
A husband workin' all the time
Draggin' in dead tired at night
An never ending messy kitchen
For my little busy bees
Beggin' mama, mama can you please?
Always wantin' me and callin' me
Loads of laundry pilin' up
Crayons crushed into the rug
In those little sticky kisses
And dirty dishes
And dirty dishes