Somebody's Mom

Please don't look at me
I've seen all that I want to see
You take your cigarettes and light them
Forty year old household item
You've got housewifeitis
With a terminal solution
Your face is like a preview of
September's Television
And you're somebody's Mom (Mom)
Even if you're just a lazy useless bum
And you married somebody's dad (Dad)
If I had been your children I sure would have been mad
And now you say your husband's queer
Running with the secretary

While you stay home and cure your ills
With sedatives and other pills
And you're somebody's Mom (Mom)
Even if you're just a lazy useless bum
And you married somebody's dad (Dad)
If I had been your children I sure would have been mad
And you're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)
You're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)
You're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)
You're somebody's, you're somebody's, you're somebody's (Mom)