Your Mother's Here to Stay

It’s very clear: your mother’s here to stay
Not just a year, but ever and a day
She came to stay just for Mother’s Day
With the kids and you and me
And that was Mother’s Day of 1953
If it appears that I’ve become a grouch
It’s all these years of sleeping on the couch
I hear Gibraltar just tumbled, the Rockies just crumbled
I knew they’d go some day, but
Your mother’s here to stay
If she’d go back, if she’d just say goodbye
I’d help her pack, and as she left, I’d cry
She just complains, with her aches and pains
And here arteries are hard
How come she’s out there playing leap frog in the yard?
Her evening snack would feed a herd of elk
Then she sits back, and watches Lawrence Welk
I’m taking you and the cherubs, and just like the Arabs
We’ll silently steal away, and
Leave Mother here to stay