Mother I Heard From Your Lawyer

One, two, three, one, two, three

Mother, I heard from your lawyer this morning

If we don't get this cleaned up, it'll hang you out to dry

But remember down in Central Park

Holdin' me when it got dark

I know you've gotta lotta love

And you know you've gotta lotta love

And you Mamma, I know it is scary

So much less for you to carry

I know you've gotta lotta love

And you know you've gotta lotta love

Mother, I talked with my brother this morning

We can let this all die if you let the ink dry

But remember down in Central Park

Holdin' me when it got dark

I know you've gotta lotta love

And you know you've gotta lotta love

And you Mamma, I know it is scary

I've gotten tall and hairy

I know you've gotta lotta love

And you know you've gotta lotta love

Well, mamma, will you come back home?

I don't do very well alone

I know I left you skin and boned

I hurt you

But mamma, will you come back home?

Daddy's always on the phone

I know I'm tastin' sour crumb

Come home, come home

Come home, come home

Come home, come home

Come home, come home

Come home