Sing Along Time

I've Got Kids With Dirty Faces

(to the tune of "I've Got Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks)

Cash in on your bets,

I showed up in sweats.

And ruined your playdate affair.

You hoped I wouldn't go,

You prayed I wouldn't show.

I still managed to be there.

I saw your surprise,

And the fear in your eyes,

When my kids started throwing some dirt.

I laughed at you

And said you should laugh too,

You moms are just way too uptight...

Oh, I've got kids with dirty faces,

They're loud and rough

And trip over shoelaces

And they're OK

Well, I'm not big on designer clothes

My kid sometimes digs in her nose

But they're just fine

And having a good time.

Keep rolling your eyes,

Talk about all you buy.

Yeah, I've seen that before.

It's all for show

And we all know

What goes on behind closed doors

You're no better than me

You can try to disagree

Your angel is now throwing dirt

Come out of your tower

Enjoy this last hour

Having fun is not going to hurt

Oh, I've got kids with dirty faces,

They're loud and rough

And trip over shoelaces

And they're OK

Well, I'm not big on designer clothes

My kid sometimes digs in her nose

But they're just fine

And having a good time.