Dirty old street all slushed up
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a
rundown music store window
That night on top of a Christmas tree
shines one beautiful star
And lying underneath a brand-
I remember in the morning, ma,
hearing your alarm clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin'
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick,
perfume and rustlin' skirts
And how proud and happy you always
looked walking home from work
If pa's eyes were windows into a world
You couldn't stop me from looking but you
kept me from crawlin' through
And if it's a funny old world, mama,
where a little boy's wishes come true
Well I got a few in my pocket and
a special one just for you
It ain't no phone call on Sunday,
flowers or a mother's day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a
garden and a nice little yard
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street,
I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go
Well it was me in my Beatle boots,
you in pink curlers and matador pants
Pullin' me up on the couch to do
the twist for my uncles and aunts
Well I found a girl of my own now, ma,
I popped the question on your birthday
She stood waiting on the front porch while
you were telling me to get out there
And say what it was that I had to say
Last night we all sat around laughing at
the things that guitar brought us
And I laid awake thinking 'bout the
other things it's brought us
Well tonight I'm takin's requests
let me come right out and say it
It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song,
