I have a job

I met someone, a guy, that talks about his mother ALL the time.  And it seems to me he loves his mother, which is good, but the fact that every conversation is about his mother, what she told him to do, what he talked to her about, what he is doing for her, and you get the picture...I think I am more annoyed listening to it than he is about actually doing it...but he complains about her as well, but still, it's a little pathetic at the age we are, no?  It made me want to write a love song, NOT, but a song for all the mom's in the world that won't leave us kids alone :)


I Have A Job

It’s just my job, la de da da
Yes, my job, I say mama
Leave me be, I like my tree
I have a job, let me be.

It’s just my job, everyday
I go to school, and then I play
So let me be, I have a job
Let go of me, I like my tree.

The teachers say I have to work
My woman takes the money at hand
She loves her clothes, ring and band
She’s my job, la de da da.

I talk to her, that’s enough
I give to her lots, lots of stuff
Mama please, you annoy me so,
I have a job, off I go.

Mama go, I have a job
So what if I seem a slob
Leave me be, I like my tree
I have a job, let me be.

I have a job, set me free,
I have a job, let go of me
You’re not my job, I say mama
I have a job, la de da da.