Down in the bedroom of Sophia Grace & Rosie
They are fast asleep just as the sun came out
When her mom came in, saying “good morning, Sophia Grace Brownlee”
Had a microphone in her hands and cheap orange juice on her breath
From her blond hair to her pink flat ballerina slippers she covered every song with microphones
Like a big fat ballerina who’s like a sack of potatoes
And she smiled as she said with a twinkle in her eye,
"Let’s have tea time... now you're all gonna wear frilly pink tutus!"

The morning Sophia Grace Brownlee went crazy
The morning Little Miss Blonde Rapper went insane
Realized she'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in her brain

Well, the tiara is gone now she lost it earlier
Everywhere you'll sing a huge hit with a singing pink microphone
And she worked hard and she had a microphone in her hand
And she ordered Pepperoni Pizza from some British Pizza chain
She got dancers and singers a new tiara
And she had tea with just like a cute little princess
And she used a fork and she just had breakfast
And she took a big bite and said, "It tastes really good!"

The morning Sophia Grace Brownlee went crazy
The morning Little Miss Blonde Rapper went nuts
Now you can hardly walk around Britain
Without steppin' in broken pencils

There's the coach and the principal
There's a school bus from her elementary school
And airplanes flarin' 'round in the sky
And the rubber bands are flyin', the student count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Sophia Grace Brownlee, why?
My, my, my, my, my, my
You used to be such a cute girl

[soft, pleasant original version]
Yes Ellen, now Sophia Grace Brownlee's doing well
In an elementary school for her infamous schoolwork
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
She'll be heading to her favorite talk show with good behavior
But now mom's at work, and dad's still nervous
And the teachers all handed the lil’ blond British rapper some schoolwork
And they say Rosie McClelland, she's on the phone every night
With her talk show host negotiating the award shows

They're talkin' 'bout - the morning Sophia Grace Brownlee went crazy
The morning Little Miss Blonde Rapper flipped
Got her throat sore for some tea and cookies
Sounds to me like she was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the morning Sophia Grace Brownlee went crazy
The morning Little Miss Blonde Rapper went insane
Realized she'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in her brain

Wo, something finally must have snapped in her brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in her brain