Lyrics:
lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella
I'm so in love yes with an artist
to eat
Mother, mother's son
No, you won't be a superstar
But try to be the child you are
Mother, mother's son
Can't let fool you
I will have
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
Alright
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's
Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals)
Don preston
out on the ocean
A city street alone
Are they not some dear mother's child
Are they not you and I
Are we the ones to bear this shame
And they this
Alright
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's
people should not be afraid
we came to the earth to graze
no shortcuts to the face this means you
a child gives you his shoes
No, I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
Oh, little darling
huh, huh
If you got a favorite guy, get you babe, real no why
Man from you down inside, got it feathered by the while
Ooh, child, you got me walkin'
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a mother
A motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long, long way
point, I'ma start collectin' child support the opposite way
You gotta pay me to keep my mother- son, hahahaha
Look at me
(Take a real good look at me)
Alright
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's
(I know that I hurt you)
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
You know the gypsy woman told me that you your mother's bad-luck child
Well,
No, I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
Oh, little darling
I still your son
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child
But no one tells me
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist she don't look back
She can take
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