Where are the Brownies when you need them How come the kitchen's still a sight Where are the Brownies when you need them I hope they change their minds and come tonight Woke up this morning and the porch was full of sour milk The bowl I left the Brownies had been spilled from end to end And nothing had been done around my house while I was sleeping I thought the little buggers were my friends I got a neighbor and I swear her name is Mrs. Clean Her place is just immaculate a picture of delight I asked her for the secret and she told me it was Brownies They did it for the milk she left at night All right, you Brownies, now I'm gonna give you one last chance If I still find this wild disaster when I leave my bed I'm gonna let my fingers wander through those Yellow Pages And get myself a girl scout troop instead