[Verse 1]
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
And lying underneath, a brand-new Japanese guitar
[Verse 2]
I remember in the morning, Ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume, and rustlin' skirts
And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
[Verse 3]
If Pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
You couldn't stop me from looking, but you kept me from crawlin' through
And if it's a funny old world, Ma, where a little boy's wishes come true
Well, I got a few left in my pocket and a special one just for you
[Verse 4]
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers, or a Mother's Day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older
But you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and, baby, we'll go out and dance
(Alright now, c'mon)
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
And lying underneath, a brand-new Japanese guitar
[Verse 2]
I remember in the morning, Ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume, and rustlin' skirts
And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
[Verse 3]
If Pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
You couldn't stop me from looking, but you kept me from crawlin' through
And if it's a funny old world, Ma, where a little boy's wishes come true
Well, I got a few left in my pocket and a special one just for you
[Verse 4]
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers, or a Mother's Day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older
But you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and, baby, we'll go out and dance
(Alright now, c'mon)
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