[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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)
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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)
[Guitar Solo]
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