It's my mother's house, in my mother's name
And you can't beat Mother at Mother's game
'Cause she likes the people who I don't like
And if I don't like it, it's take a hike
Which is Mother's way of reminding me
when you live off Mother, you can't be free
And I think that Mother is very mean
And this latest thing with this wash machine
And what Jerry brought, don't be too surprised
if the guy moves in and I'm pulverized
'Cause I'll be damned if I'm gonna waste my time
washing clothes in a goddamn machine!
I feel very strongly about mementos.
Memorabilia, I guess you call it.
Around the world is what I call
my wall of special things
Around the world with rose bouquets
I dry and tie those strings
A silver mask from a masquerade
Around and round, I twirled
You tack them up, so you can twirl
around the world...
It's my mother's house, with my mother's friends
and with Jerry coming, it never ends
It's the same old story, as George Gould Strong
not in twenty years did we get along
Though I do feel bad for the way he died-
In a two-bit flea bag, a suicide
It was Mother's money, the Bouviers'
and if Mother spends it in crazy ways
No one else took care of her, only me
She was taken care of, not sexually
And if you infer that they were using her
I will shove you under the goddamn bed!
Around the world, with stones and shells
the nicest one I lost
Around the world, without a boat
I'm just a cold from frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
A lovely crossing all around the world,
the world around the attic walls
Around the world, there isn't room
for every special thing
Around the world, you choose a few
To pick the music sing
A silver mask from a masquerade
Around and round I twirled
You tack them up, so when you go
The world will be the one you know
A bird-cage I planned to have,
I'll get to that, someday
A bird-cage for a bird who flew away
Around the world...
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