Lyrics
Sunday morning, I heard Mama pray, from a room I heard her say
"Good Lord, help my son find his way
Lord, he's just a country boy, he thinks the world is great big toy
There ain't nothin' he can't do if he wants to"
He got himself a part time job, saved his money and bought him a guitar
Played from sun up to sundown, hey, hey, hey
He don't wanna go to schoool no more, don't do his household chores
But I must admit the neighbors dig its sound, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He's got some big ideas
He's talkin' 'bout leavin' here
Going to a place called New York City
And here's what he told me
"Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no, let me go
Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no, let me go"
Mama said, "My son, my son you're only sixteen
I know being a star is your dream
But I think it's time you stop all this foolin'
And get to your schoolin!!!!!"
Living in a state of frustration, stop preachin' that education
'Cause this here job is gonna make me a king
(Above everything else, listen!!!)
Donned from head to toe, first class everywhere we go
Just give me a chance to do my thing
Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no, let me go
Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no, let me go
I can see it now
Champagne and caviar, black limousine, chauffeured car
Trips all around the world and I'll have my choice of any girl
People lined up as far as you can see standing in line just to see me
Money stacking up to the sky there ain't nothin' that we can't buy
Have a little faith in me
Mama, I'm sure that you will see
That your son and his guitar are gonna go far
Mama, I gotta brand new thing, don't say no, let me go
Mama, I gotta brand new thing, don't say no, let me go
Mama, I gotta brand new thing, don't say no, let me go
Mama, mama, mama, mama
I gotta brand new thing
I gotta brand new thing
I gotta brand new thing
Tell me, do you like my thing?