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

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

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

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)

Well, it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants
Pullin´ me up off the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
Well, I found a girl of my own now, Ma

I popped the question on your birthday
She stood waiting on the front porch
While you were telling me to get out there
And say what it was that I had to say

Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar bought us
And I layed awake thinking about the other things it´s brought us
Well, tonight I´m taking requests here in the kitchen
This one´s for you, Ma, let me come right out and say it
It´s overdue
But baby, if you´re looking for a sad song, well I ain´t gonna play it
(C´mon now)