Somebody's Mom

Please don't look at me

I've seen all that I want to see

You take your cigarettes and light them

Forty year old household item

You've got housewifeitis

With a terminal solution

Your face is like a preview of

September's Television

And you're somebody's Mom (Mom)

Even if you're just a lazy useless bum

And you married somebody's dad (Dad)

If I had been your children I sure would have been mad

And now you say your husband's queer

Running with the secretary

While you stay home and cure your ills

With sedatives and other pills

And you're somebody's Mom (Mom)

Even if you're just a lazy useless bum

And you married somebody's dad (Dad)

If I had been your children I sure would have been mad

And you're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)

You're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)

You're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)

You're somebody's, you're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)