Mother never did accept my habit
Called all my life a shame
Got Mom’s picture on these walls around me
She can’t help watching me
Tell you Mom you’ve got to stand it
Tell you Mom you’ve got to stand it
Watch the things my lover do me
Never did her shopping in this quarter
To shun the neighbours‘ blab
Got Mom’s picture on these walls around me
She can’t help watching me
Tell you Mom ...
You told ’em that I was queer
And that she shouldn’t
Be friendly with me
Always put me down
It’s alright Ma you nearly made it
But you’ve got to know I haven’t changed
Now you are able to watch me all the time
You had no right to disown your child
Sorry Mom
