I think of who's to blame and I bow my head in shame... So you've grown tired of your parents always hanging around They spoil your children, and having grandparents is out Yes, and they raised you well, but you wished to hell they'd go away So you wouldn't have to pay for their food Forget all the years when they paid for you Send your mother to Shady Acres Send your father to Shady Acres We'll take good care of them - you won't be aware of them Send them to Shady Acres Well, if one of them's dead, don't worry your head, 'cause we have a matchmaker They can sit down and kvetch on the rest home steps while watching Green Acres If you don't want to visit, well, there's no requisite We have foster sons and daughters to help all our boarders stop feeling blue Keep the checks coming and we won't bother you Send your mother to Shady Acres Send your father to Shady Acres We'll take good care of them - you won't be aware of them Send them to Shady Acres Our rooms are so peaceful. They'll die while they're sleeping Yes, right in their beds Now there's no need for worry. We have our own mortuary And a beautiful cemetery Yes, we are good people. We care for the feeble We've devoted our lives to the husbands and wives who don't want their fathers around to be bothered, So send them! We're respectable and tax deductible Send your mother to Shady Acres Send your father to Shady Acres We'll take good care of them You won't be aware of them Send them to Shady Acres The Freudian doctors they tell me - "Have no fear, it's not your fault. "You're growing up bad 'cause your parents did you wrong" And I blame it on my parents, and the teachers in the schools 'Til I remember once upon a time, they had parents too I think of who's to blame And I bow my head in shameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
