You Can Finally Meet My Mom

Don't cry when I die When it's my time I probably won't die I'll just lie down and close my eyes And think about stuff These eyes got too wide seen too much of life's goodbyes Should have spent less time making loot And spent more time in my birthday suit with you And everybody upstairs, everybody down stairs I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them 'cause I'll be hanging out with you Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles You not Chris Farley Mr Rodgers oh I've waited so long You can finally meet my Mom Life is good, but love it's better Even Bieber ain't forever We all got to go you know So you might as well go in style Everybody prayin, everybody singing I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them 'cause I'll be hanging out with you Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time You, not Jesse James, Paul Newman and oh I've waited so long You can finally meet my Mom. I'm not making light of things But who's to say who's right with things like this There's so much that we miss Tryin so hard to be rich and famous Pretty and thin, to win It's a shame that youth is wasted on the young So forget everything and just be with me here now For as long as we can and whoever goes first save a spot You, not Etta James, Bob Marley or the girls who won my heart along the way You, not Sitting Bull, Ella or Bach and I almost forgot You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs, Al Capone or any other mobs No Whitney Houston, Chet Baker, Andre the Giant or the Undertaker You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom You can finally meet my Mom