Make The Beds Songtext
von Hard Bop Messengers

A-one, two, a-one, two, a-one

Make the beds, fluff the pillows
Wipe it clean the dust, get rid of all the mess
Prepare the room for guests
Mop the floor, delete the files
Get the trash out of the waste can
Fill the room with fresh and readiness


In the presidential suite, you′d be surprised the things you see
And none of if can I tell anyone
People hide their dirty things up in their room
But I will take them all away, repeat it the next day

You see the weird stuff when you clean a set of things they didn't need
Like a room with secrets left behind
Coins between the cushions and ticket tags and fashion tags
Literally, trash is everywhere


Didn′t use the iron, but the iron board is set up
Do I even want to know the truth?
All this better left untold, a hundred years of a secret
So, three towels and one double bed at a time
One double bed at a time
Making beds for a dime
One double bed at a time