Its four o'clock on a weekday
And the little kids pile in
There's a spoiled brat sitting next to you
Who had a fart he couldn't hold in

You say kid now its getting so hard to breathe
And I don't want to hold my nose
And you want to beat a retreat from that car seat
As you yell, roll down the windows!

Boo hoo hoo boo hoo
Wah wah wah wah wah wah

Yell at some kids you're the soccer mom
Yell at some kids today
Well you feel like Angelina Jolie
But you can't make them go away

Your husband wants some alone time
But you're never around to see
And he's quick with a gripe if you ignore him tonight
And he feels more like a refugee
He says honey these kids are running free
As he runs back to his hiding place
Well I'm sure that he would travel very far
But who can breathe in outer-space?

Oh, boo hoo hoo boo hoo
Wah wah wah wah wah wah.

Now the referee he needs an exorcist
He just had to break up a fight
And he thinks how groovy it would be to see a movie
But a soccer ball just took his sight.

And Billy is practicing ball kicks
As you trip while answering the phone
You're experiencing a thing called hopelessness
And now all you've got is a dial tone.

Yell at some kids you'er the soccer mom
Yell at some kids today
Well they're all in the mood for karate
But your PMS won't go away.

Its a real rainy day for a soccer game
And the parents shoot you a glance
They know you're late and hated having to wait
To see ther kids do a rain dance
And the field it looks like a sinkhole
And the manager he can't help but swear
And kids think about class while making a pass
And dream about dry clothes to wear.

Oh, boo hoo hoo boo hoo
Wah wah wah wah wah wah.

Yell at some kids you're the soccer mom
Yell at some kids today
Well you got arrested for a felony
And they had to take you away.