When someone in a bar or such,
Calls me an S.O.B., I don't have to think too much,
I retort quite fast with my favorite comeback,
"Hey, you must know my mother,"
As you can tell respect I do mostly lack...
We didn't seem to get along the older I got,
My respect for her was at a young age shot,
But still I tried,
Oh like hell, with those four words I just lied...
So mom and me we didn't see eye to eye,
She was in fact much shorter than I,
And this time I do not lie...
ed - 3/15/10
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if PEEWEE N' GEORGIE-PORGIE DON'T TELL YER MA - I WILL!
Reminds me of a fella I once worked with at SSA in 1961 - Glen was from the hills of PA -
he always said: "there's two kinds of people in this world - Hill-Billies n' Sons O' Bitches -
I'm Glad I'm a Hill-Billy!" TK.
EDvard(k) Ole Brother
But that don't make you a wimp
Not seeing with her eye to eye
Might make a grown man cry
For surely respect must be earned
But now I think you have learned
That once they go they're really gone
And the conclusions that you've drawn
Seek to poison the notion not enrich
You are the son, yes, but not of a bi*ch
Nevertheless I love your favorite comeback! Patrick