The way they treat their mother
In this place, certain men
The way they treat their mother
Neglect the old lady for donkey years,
They're shedding crocodile tears
and spending money like hell
But when their mother was alive,
they didn't know she'd end
His nightclubs and brotel,
Them hy pocrites just weep and mourn
and you still have your mommy
Remember what Sparrow said
and all them jazzy barons,
make sure your mommy okay
some of them drunk in the street
And they might have nothing to eat,
Every day the inner spree
and the mammy belly empty
I know a man he join his wife
one night to curse his mother
Two weeks later he end up in Carrara
I wish the dead could wake up
When his mother was in need
I mean a poor scared once a year
To pretend he's so sincere
Though she don't need a lot,
please give her what you got
Whether you're rich or you're poor,
Not only on her birthday, no,
Every day should be Mother's Day
Don't leave her in tears and sorrow
That all good mothers should get
You got to make it a point of duty
Try your best to see that
Not like those who'll the doctor bill
Only to make sure that their name
Oh, you drove her out of mind,
How could you be so blind
to leave your ma to pine?
And now you don't really care
But someday you will have to pay
Who treats his mommy that way
when she's buried all alone,
and no longer can she return?
but your obligation lies right here.
It's unkind to leave her undone,
don't be a blasted, ungrateful son.
Now after all is said and done
So now give her a helping hand
I say you cannot repay him
Though you may hold the stars
You'll be a very lucky fella
if you still have the treasure
as the wealth of a mother's