Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s a week that’s filled with magic
That comes in spring and fall.
When husbands seldom see their wives
And no one cooks at all.
“Who’s picking up the kids today?”
“I thought that it was you.”
“I can’t. I’m tagging all day long.
Oh…and tomorrow too.”

[Verse 2]
There’s a giant empty building
That sits just south of town.
This week it’s loaded to the brim
Looks like a lost and found.
Cause women have been storing stuff
In piles around the house.
But now it’s time to organize
And irritate your spouse.

[Chorus]
This is the anthem of the mothers,
A song for those who share
That passion for frugality.
Your holy days are here!
Come sell your stuff and buy some more
The cycle never ends.
Recycle your belongings, keep them
Just between us friends!

[Verse 3]
Sort through your piles of clothes and toys
And tag them all yourself.
Then bring them down and hang them up
Or put them on a shelf.
“I know that we don’t need a thing,
But I’ll look while I’m here.
Oh this is cute. I’ll buy it now,
And sell it here next year.”

[Verse 4]
With yoga pants and pumpkin spice
Far as the I can see,
They step out of their mini-vans
And park their SUV’s.
They’re gathering outside the place
And waiting in a line.
So excited just to have a chance
To purchase what was mine.

[Chorus]
This is the anthem of the mothers,
A song for those you roam
Through aisle after aisle to find
New junk to fill their homes.
Come sell your stuff and buy some more
The cycle never ends.
Recycle your belongings, keep them
Just between us friends!

Come sell your stuff and buy some more
The cycle never ends.
Recycle your belongings, keep them
Just between us friends!

[outro]
Let’s take a moment for the husbands
Who are volunteered by force.
If that happened to your friend Day-Lon,
He might file for divorce.