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 downstairs

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 praying, everybody sinning

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, no Chet Baker,

Andre the Giant or the Undertaker, just you,

You can finally meet my Mom

You can finally meet my Mom

You can finally meet my Mom

You can finally meet my Mom