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Yes mama I won't say a word
Cause bowing and kowtowing gets you to the front of the herd
And no is for white kids, and why is for lightweights, and crying would be just absurd
Yes Mama, I won't say a word

Yes mama, I won't rest my hands
I'll just keep playing the cello till I finally understand
How I'll thank you later for my ten crippled fingers
It's all part of your master plan
Oh yes mama I won't rest my hands

Cause I know I've got to be
Number one at whatever you want me to be
And the hours they don't reverse
You just get older with all the faces you rehearse

Oh yes mama, I won't close my eyes
I'll just read the whole Times while you cut me down to size
And I won't make the mistake of taking a break cause it's a dirty American lie
Oh yes mama I won't close my eyes

Cause I know I've got to be

Yes mama, thanks for all the trips
To Paris and Rome and the places you see in movie clips
Cause to raise a success it's usually best to take him on a lot of planes and ships
Oh yes mama thanks for all the trips

Hey mama you're funny, funny as a stroke
You should write a book with every piece of wisdom that you ever spoke
You know it'll sell like hotcakes, when they call you a fruitcake, just tell em it was all a joke
Oh yes mama you're funny as a stroke

Cause I know I've got to be

And I won't place last again
I got the sages of the ages shaming me within
And the hours they don't return
You just get older with all the facts you never learn

Hey mama it's your most beloved son
You never told me it would be so hard to be twenty one
Guess I'll go to lecture carrying a loaded gun
Ma it's your most beloved son

Yes mama Yes mama Yes mama Yes mama