Текст и слова песни Bye Bye Birdie – A Mother Doesnt Matter Anymore (from tv Special)
[spoken]
So, it's come at last. At last it's come, the day I knew would
Come at last has come, at last. My sonny-boy doesn't need me
Any longer. Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me,
Put me out with the garbage; just throw me out with the used
Grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish. And never
Mind putting a lid on it. Leave it open so a hundred thousand
Pussycats can walk all over a mother.Who bronzed your baby
Shoes? Kissed ev'ry little bruise?
[singing]
Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It's just too hard to bear,
A mother doesn't matter anymore.
With bunions on my feet,
I trudged through snow and sleet,
To bring your lic'rice from the corner store.
I sold my Tiffany lamp,
So you could go to camp.
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore.
[spoken]
That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend
A cent. Fancy funerals are for rich people. Just wrap me
In a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day.
[singing]
And precious, by the way,
The doctor called today.
What I got's a condition,
Yes he's sure,
There's nothing they can do,
I'll last a week or two.
Because for a condition there's no cure.
That time you caught the croup,
Who made you chicken soup,
And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, BANG!
So, it's come at last. At last it's come, the day I knew would
Come at last has come, at last. My sonny-boy doesn't need me
Any longer. Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me,
Put me out with the garbage; just throw me out with the used
Grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish. And never
Mind putting a lid on it. Leave it open so a hundred thousand
Pussycats can walk all over a mother.Who bronzed your baby
Shoes? Kissed ev'ry little bruise?
[singing]
Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It's just too hard to bear,
A mother doesn't matter anymore.
With bunions on my feet,
I trudged through snow and sleet,
To bring your lic'rice from the corner store.
I sold my Tiffany lamp,
So you could go to camp.
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore.
[spoken]
That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend
A cent. Fancy funerals are for rich people. Just wrap me
In a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day.
[singing]
And precious, by the way,
The doctor called today.
What I got's a condition,
Yes he's sure,
There's nothing they can do,
I'll last a week or two.
Because for a condition there's no cure.
That time you caught the croup,
Who made you chicken soup,
And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, BANG!
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