This parody is for all those moms with a picky eater who like fun and love to sing “Juice” by Lizzo in the carpool line (or the shower)!
(To the beat of “Juice” by Lizzo)
Truce
Meal plan, meal plan on the wall
Don’t eat it ‘cause you know you’re cute (ooh baby)
Name brands in the pantry drawers
Refusin’ Great Value (no, baby)
Made you noodles drippin’ sauce
Got a kid sayin’ No Ragu (no, baby)
Kid up at the crack a dawn
Sayin’ he won’t try my roux
Eat this roll
What Mom’s eatin’ everybody gotta eat (Yeah, that’s goals)
You were born like this don’t even gotta cry (now, I know)
Just please obey cannot take anymore whine (you say No)
Heard you say I’m the meanest mom, boy, you lied
It ain’t my fault that you out here refusin’ food
Mama wants to call a truce
Doctor says to eat ya fruit, baby
It ain’t my fault that you ain’t got no excuse
You ate pudding that’s my proof
Mama wants to call a truce
Know you wanna snack and all
look, baby, eat the whole damn meal (ooh baby)
Owen, you ain’t even sick
Don’t you dare ask for a pill (no, baby)
The juice sure is fresh-squeezed
That’s why the juice looks like this (like this, like this, like this)
Hold up, child, please
Don’t make me have to close the fridge (take ya bowl)
What Mom’s eatin’ everybody gotta eat (Yeah, that’s goals)
You were born like this don’t even gotta cry (now, I know)
Just please obey cannot take anymore whine (you say No)
Heard you say I’m the meanest mom, boy, you lied
It ain’t my fault that you out here refusin’ food
Mama wants to call a truce
Doctor says to eat ya fruit, baby
It ain’t my fault that you ain’t got no excuse
You ate pudding that’s my proof
Mama wants to call a truce
Ma-ma-me (ma-ma-me), ma-ma-me, ma-ma-me, ma-ma-me
Wanna call a truce, wanna, wanna call a truce
(alright)
Ma-ma-me
Somebody come get this kid,
I think he just ate some M & M’s, what? M & M’s, what?
You better come get your kid
Before he gets punished on the weekends, what?
The weekends
What you want me to say?
It ain’t my fault that you out here refusin’ food
Mama wants to call a truce
Doctor says to eat ya fruit, baby
It ain’t my fault that you ain’t got no excuse
You ate pudding that’s my proof (pudding that’s my proof)
Mama wants to call a truce (wants to call a truce)
Ma-ma-ee (Ma-ma), ma-ma-ee, ma-ma-ee, ma-ma-ee
Wanna call a truce, wanna, wanna call a truce
Ma-ma-ee (ma-ma-ee), ma-ma-ee, ma-ma-ee, ma-ma-ee
Wanna call a truce, just sit down and eat this roux
