Parody of “Mama's Hands”, words and music by
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Parody of “Mama's Hands”, words and music by Brenda Sutton
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|you in a barroom on my||A|
|ond trip to||E|
|to look a||E|
|a long, long||F# B7|
|man staring back at me was||A|
|how not just||C|
|ment that you||A|
|That is your||E|
|ma’s mouth, on your||A|
|orite drink you||F# B7|
|And that fa||E|
|iar gleam in your||A|
|me like she||B7|
|on my last||E|
|you come here||E|
|n’t that a||E|
|your first as||E|
|nment came from||F#|
|have been in||A|
|school when you||C|
|your morning bath.|
I left her just last summer, but I know she’s dead and buried.
You can’t go back once Time has turned the page.
But you are more like her than you’ll ever know.
I remember when your grandma was our age.
You’ve got your grandma’s hair, and your grandma’s breasts.
You even turn her pretty shade of pink.
You’re looking more like her. Do you snore like her?
And are you gonna say the very words I think?
I’m not that kind of girl, you know! Besides, you’re not my type.
I don’t go for spacers, never mind the tri-vee hype.
If you think that you can use me like some common guttersnipe...!
You can’t escape that old genetic link.
I made my own decision, and I find it hard to fathom
Why Fate has given me a second chance.
But the love I knew nine months ago and thought I’d cast aside
Came rushing back to me in that first glance.
That is your grandma’s ring on your grandma’s hand.
And the same old feelings in me that you stir.
You’ve got your grandma’s chin, and your grandma’s lips...
And you fell for the same lines I used on her:
Come on up to my place, baby! I’ve got lots of space.
I must admit it’s ages, though, since I last cleaned the place.
Come up and see my etchings from a strange exotic race.
And I’ll bet you’ll like the same ones she preferred.
That is your grandma’s laugh, and your grandma’s sigh.
These are your grandma’s arms, holding me near.
And that same pillowcase, where your grandma laid her head,
Is dampened once again by bitter tears.
I guess I’m just a fool, because I know what you will do:
You’ll love me for one summer, then discard me when you’re through.
My mother always warned me there’d be spacers such as you.
Like your grandma told me long ago, last year.
I’d never give up travelling, and your world is not my homeland.
I left that when the starflight age was new.
You’ll find a nice young man someday, and raise a couple kids.
And maybe a granddaughter just like you.
She’ll have her grandma’s eyes, and her grandma’s hands.
She’ll say the things her grandma used to say.
She’ll have her grandma’s taste, and with any luck,
She’ll love me like her grandma does today.