Mama

Mama's in the kitchen with onions

Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank

Thinking 'bout the lasers and bunions

Talking disability ranks

No we didn't have too much money

Just enough to make the dead ends meet

Me I'm on the back of my hobby horse

Far away in some desert town

Miles from a civilization

Miles from a fortified town

Down in that basement it's sunny

We cannot stay down there for too long

Back then it all seemed so funny

Toys were toys and boys were boys

The simple nights and easy joys all right

Come out for another day

Upstairs mama's making some crepes yeah

From a fancy recipe book

To me they just look like tortillas

Boy that mama can cook

Soon she will be calling for grub yeah

I can't wait for such a sight this long

Back then it all seemed so funny

Toys were toys and boys were boys

The easy nights and simple joys all right

Come out for another day