Story Behind The Song
I Love My Mom!
We have fun performing this song and everyone sings along..
Song Description
Comical song about Mothers stressing out about their children growing up too fast and worrying about them and then wanting to get rid of them,"Out of the house"! Real Life..
| Song Length |
3:43 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Distressed, Worried |
Subject |
Mother, Girlfriend, Wife |
| Similar Artists |
The Clash, Weird Al Yankovic |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
MOTHER
MOTHER (MOTHER) WHERE ARE YOUR CHILDREN
FOR WHEN YOU PACE THE FLOOR YOU KNOW THEY'RE OUT TOO LATE
(TOO LATE, TOO LATE, OH KNOW IT'S MUCH TOO LATE)
LOVER (LOVER) HOW MANY WERE BEFORE ME
CAUSE IT'S ANOTHER CALL LOOKING FOR A DATE
(FOR A DATE, FOR A DATE, CAN'T BE LATE FOR ANOTHER DATE)
Chorus:SO NOW YOU FEEL THIS STRESS BURNING THROUGH YOU
AS YOUR LIFE TURNS INTO SUCH A MESS (YOUR SUCH A MESS)
AND YOU TRY TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR MINDS ABOUT TO BLOW (KAPOW EXPLODE)
AND YOU CLENTCH YOUR FIST IN RAGE (RAGE, RAGE, RAGE)
AND YOU FIND YOUR GOING INSANE (SANE, SANE, SANE)
TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH (MOTHER) MOTHER TALKING
MOTHER (MOTHER) WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE
CAUSE THERE'S ANOTHER WRINKLED LINE ACROSS YOUR FACE (YOUR FACE, PRETTY FACE, BROWN BAG IN IT'S PLACE)
LOVER (LOVER) WHERE DO YOU RUN TOO
BECAUSE I NEVER GET TO SEE YOU ANYMORE
(NEVER MORE, NEVER MORE, DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS A WHORE)
Chorus: SO NOW YOU FEEL THIS STRESS BURNING THROUGH
AS YOUR LIFE TURNS INTO SUCH A MESS (YOUR SUCH A MESS)
AND YOU TRY TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR MINDS ABOUT TO BLOW (KAPOW EXPLODE)
AND YOU CLENTCH YOUR FIST IN RAGE (RAGE, RAGE, RAGE)
AND YOU FIND YOUR GOING INSANE (SANE, SANE, SANE)
TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE DAY (MOTHER)
MOTHER (MOTHER) GET RID OF YOUR CHILDREN
FOR THEY'RE OLDER NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOUR ESCAPE
(YOUR ESCAPE, YOUR ESCAPE, TIME FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR BREAK)
Chorus: SO NOW YOU FEEL THIS STRESS BURNING THROUGH
AS YOUR LIFE TURNS INTO SUCH A MESS (YOUR SUCH A MESS)
AND YOU TRY TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER
BUT YOU KNOW YOUR MINDS ABOUT TO BLOW (KAPOW EXPLODE)
AND YOU CLENTCH YOUR FIST IN RAGE (RAGE, RAGE, RAGE)
AND YOU FIND YOUR GOING INSANE (SANE, SANE, SANE)
TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH (MOTHER)
By Lawrence A. Grab
Copyrights c1999