Verse 1 Born to make a mess!
Sorry, it's our destiny
To cause grown-ups distress.
We're not cut out for 'clean and tidy'!
Ok, we could help
And put some toys away - there's nothing to it.
However, it's easier
To sit and watch a grown-up do it!
It's just nature, we know it frustrates ya.
There's no cure, no pill to take,
Yeah, every child was born to make a mess!
Verse 2 Born to make a mess!
Mummy, we don't really mean to
Put you under stress
When you give our rooms a seeing to!
So once in a while,
If there's a threat to stop our pocket money,
We'll put some effort in
And make our beds, now ain't that funny!
It's just nature, we know it frustrates ya.
There's no cure, no pill to take,
Yeah, every child was born to make a mess!
Verse 3 Born to make a mess!
Take, for instance, our games kit.
When we get undressed
To do PE, it's like a bomb's hit!
And there on the floor,
Along with felt tips pens and squashed oil pastilles,
We drop our socks and tee shirts -
What a bunch of scruffy rascals!
It's just nature, we know it frustrates ya.
There's no cure, no pill to take,
Yeah, every child was born to make a mess!
It's just nature, we know it frustrates ya.
There's no cure, no pill to take,
Yeah, every child was born to make a......MESS!