Mother May I
I'll wear a tie and jacket,
ooh, in case things get rough,
the bouncers always jump the man who looks tough...
highballs, the wells, the calls,
I hear the bar a'callin',
I'll belly up and end the evening crawlin...
and if you wanna come along,
then you should know I plan on staying out too long...
we'll all get another round on me...
Mother May I have another
of your golden rules to break,
Mommy, I don't want permission,
Mother May I? Mother May I?
Please?
I like the sound of the crowd,
I love the smell of smoke,
I'm craving downtown traffic,
stumble-drunk folk...
and if you wanna come along,
then you should be aware,
I plan on doin' wrong...
can I get another round for free?
My mother, she would be ashamed!
her baby boy's been pickle-brained!
since the tender age of--17,
before then I was always good,
always did what Mother said I should!
(not no more!)
Mother! Please! Mother!
Mother May I have another
of your golden rules to break,
Mommy, I don't want permission,
Mother May I? Mother May I?
Please?
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