Train - You Can Finally Meet My Mom lyrics
[Train - You Can Finally Meet My Mom lyrics]
Don't cry when I die
When it's my time I probably won't die
I'll just lie down and close my eyes
And think about stuff
These eyes got too wide seen
Too much of life's goodbyes
Should have spent less time making loot
And spent more time in my
Birthday suit with you
And everybody upstairs, everybody downstairs
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'Cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude
Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles
You not Chris Farley Mr rodgers
Oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
Life is good, but love it's better
Even Bieber ain't forever
We all got to go you know
So you might as well go in style
Everybody praying, everybody singing
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'Cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude
Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time
You, not Jesse James
Paul Newman and oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
I'm not making light of things
But who's to say who's right
With things like this
There's so much that we miss
Tryin' so hard to be rich and famous
Pretty and thin, to win
It's a shame that youth is
Wasted on the young
So forget everything and just be
With me here now for as long as we can and
Whoever goes first save a spot
You, not Etta James
Bob Marley or the girls who won
My heart along the way
You, not Sitting Bull
Ella or Bach and I almost forgot
You can finally meet my Mom
No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs
Al Capone or any other mobs
No Whitney Houston, no Chet Baker, andre
The Giant or the Undertaker, just you
You can finally meet my Mom
When it's my time I probably won't die
I'll just lie down and close my eyes
And think about stuff
These eyes got too wide seen
Too much of life's goodbyes
Should have spent less time making loot
And spent more time in my
Birthday suit with you
And everybody upstairs, everybody downstairs
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'Cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude
Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles
You not Chris Farley Mr rodgers
Oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
Life is good, but love it's better
Even Bieber ain't forever
We all got to go you know
So you might as well go in style
Everybody praying, everybody singing
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'Cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude
Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time
You, not Jesse James
Paul Newman and oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
I'm not making light of things
But who's to say who's right
With things like this
There's so much that we miss
Tryin' so hard to be rich and famous
Pretty and thin, to win
It's a shame that youth is
Wasted on the young
So forget everything and just be
With me here now for as long as we can and
Whoever goes first save a spot
You, not Etta James
Bob Marley or the girls who won
My heart along the way
You, not Sitting Bull
Ella or Bach and I almost forgot
You can finally meet my Mom
No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs
Al Capone or any other mobs
No Whitney Houston, no Chet Baker, andre
The Giant or the Undertaker, just you
You can finally meet my Mom