My mamma sent me a musical greeting card
To my gmail box from aol
Singing son, its been a while since I last heard your voice
But I sure hope you're doin' swell
Oh mamma my life's goin' very well
I got big old holes in my incisors
I sold my bongos and my blue angel
But I still got my synthesizers
Oh mamma, don't you worry 'bout me
I won't be a junky on the street, for too long, too long
Too long, too long, too long, too long
Our house in the heights has been dissolved
But I'll follow the northern lights through this city if I can
Surfin' couches until I'm solvent
But I think it might have cost my sweet Marianne
Oh mamma, don't you worry 'bout me
I won't be a junky on the street, for too long
I once was bound but now I'm free
I'll dance with diamonds at my feet, before long, for long
Real long, so long, too long, too long, too long, too long