Early Sunday morningWhen my parents were asleepI snuck out of my bedroomTo the kitchen I did creepI went into the cupboardAnd I got some peanut butterI was oh, so carefulNot to wake my motherWith the sticky icky peanut butterStuck to me like fudgeI tried to shake my brotherBut Tommy wouldn't budgeWhen I whispered in his earHe was still asleepSo I crawled upon his tummyAnd I tickled both his feetFirst I heard him grumbleAnd he chased me down the stairsAnd grabbed me by the ear lobeAnd tried to pull my hairHe hit him in the tummyAnd he tried to grab my faceAnd round and round the houseWe both began to chaseI went and got some ice creamAnd poured it in his hairThen he threw an apple at meSo I hit him with a pearThe eggs were hurled across the roomI hid behind the chairsAnd Tommy ran right after meWhen I ran up the stairsWe were hanging on the curtainsWhen our parents saw us thereWith chocolate on our underwearAnd ice cream in our hairThere was chocolate on the couchAnd eggs upon the chairsTomatoes on the doorThere was ketchup on the stairsMilk spilt on the floorCurtains ripped and tornPeanut butter on the rugAnd our pajamas tornOur Daddy was so angryMom yelled at both of usShe said we had to clean upThere was nothing to discussSo now on Sunday morningsWhen my parents are asleepSometimes I still get hungryAnd I want something to eatEarly Sunday morningsWhen my parents are asleepI sneak out of my bedroomTo the kitchen I still creepI go into the cupboardAnd I get some peanut butterBut I'm oh, so carefulNot to wake my mother
