So, it`s come at last. At last it`s come, the day I knew would
come at last has come, at last. My sonny-boy doesn`t need me
any longer. Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me,
put me out with the garbage; just throw me out with the used
grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish. And never
mind putting a lid on it. Leave it open so a hundred thousand
pussycats can walk all over a mother.Who bronzed your baby
shoes? Kissed ev`ry little bruise?
Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It`s just too hard to bear,
A mother doesn`t matter anymore.
With bunions on my feet,
I trudged through snow and sleet,
To bring your lic`rice from the corner store.
I sold my Tiffany lamp,
So you could go to camp.
Now a mother doesn`t matter anymore.
That`s it, I`m ready to go and I don`t want you to spend
a cent. Fancy funerals are for rich people. Just wrap me
in a flag and throw me in the river on mother`s day.
[singing]
And precious, by the way,
The doctor called today.
What I got`s a condition,
Yes he`s sure,
There`s nothing they can do,
I`ll last a week or two.
Because for a condition there`s no cure.
That time you caught the croup,
Who made you chicken soup,
And read you `Bambi` till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, BANG!
You get the knife.
Now a mother doesn`t matter anymore.
There, I feel better now. Everything is as it should be.
A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the
city dump and a son is running around with a floozie who came
looking for a good time and stayed to ruin an American woman`s
life.
Who gave up nights of rest
To rub Vicks on your chest?
Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four?
My life has been in vain,
This country`s down the drain,
`Cause a mother doesn`t matter,
No, a mother doesn`t matter,
Yes, a mother doesn`t matter anymore
