You Can Finally Meet My Mom Dont cry when I die When its my time I probably wont die Ill just lie down and close my eyes And think about stuff These eyes got too wide seen too much of lifes goodbyes Should have spent less time making loot And spent more time in my birthday suit with you And everybody upstairs, everybody downstairs Im not gonna have time to hang out with them cause Ill be hanging out with you Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles You, not Chris Farley, Mr Rodgers oh Ive waited so long You can finally meet my Mom Life is good, but love its better Even Bieber aint forever We all got to go, you know So you might as well go in style Everybody praying, everybody sinning Im not gonna have time to hang out with them cause Ill be hanging out with you Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time You, not Jesse James, Paul Newman and oh Ive waited so long You can finally meet my Mom. Im not making light of things But whos to say whos right with things like this? Theres so much that we miss Tryin so hard to be rich and famous Pretty and thin to win Its a shame that youth is wasted on the young So forget everything and just be with me here now For as long as we can and whoever goes first save a spot You, not Etta James, Bob Marley or the girls Who won my heart along the way You, not Sitting Bull, Ella or Bach and I almost forgot You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs, Al Capone Or any other mobs No Whitney Houston, no Chet Baker, Andre the Giant or the Undertaker, just you, You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 18:30:30 +0000