[spoken]
So, it’s come at last. At last it’s come, the day I knew would
Come at last has come, at last. My sonny-boy doesn’t need me
Any longer. Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me,
Put me out with the garbage; just throw me out with the used
Grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish. And never
Mind putting a lid on it. Leave it open so a hundred thousand
Pussycats can walk all over a mother.Who bronzed your baby
Shoes? Kissed ev’ry little bruise?
[singing]
Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It’s just too hard to bear,
A mother doesn’t matter anymore.
With bunions on my feet,
I trudged through snow and sleet,
To bring your lic’rice from the corner store.
I sold my Tiffany lamp,
So you could go to camp.
Now a mother doesn’t matter anymore.
[spoken]
That’s it, I’m ready to go and I don’t want you to spend
A cent. Fancy funerals are for rich people. Just wrap me
In a flag and throw me in the river on mother’s day.
[singing]
And precious, by the way,
The doctor called today.
What I got’s a condition,
Yes he’s sure,
There’s nothing they can do,
I’ll last a week or two.
Because for a condition there’s no cure.
That time you caught the croup,
Who made you chicken soup,
And read you «Bambi» till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, BANG!
