My psychic won’t return my call.
My magic 8 ball reads hazy.
All of my friends have gone crazy;
Madcap advice became banal.
My hearts a wild cannonball- what can I follow?
My dreams are bouncing off the wall,
My head is hollow.
So, still, I wallow
With all the vagabond logic
Which calls it home until tomorrow.

Mama knows best but she’s all the way in the kitchen.
I can’t remember: what does Mama always say?
I never listen.
I never listen.

I flipped a coin,
I rolled the dice,
I rock, paper, scissors- tied.
My cards are conflicting,
I’ve drawn far too many times.
Can’t cipher the picture in the crystal, still, I scry...
And if I decide, I’ve lied.
Time rewinds my mind.

Mama knows best but she’s all the way in the kitchen.
I can’t remember: what does Mama always say?
I never listen.
I never listen.

My horoscope is vague,
The Ouijia wouldn’t sway
Till someone persuaded.
It evaded, “you’ll find the way”.
If I erase to meditate,
The roads all flow to elevate...
That angel on my shoulder lays my devil, never sober
They’ve never told a soul,
Though flagrant their flirtatious glares.
So what to put inside my prayers?
Now I’m scared I don’t care.

Mama knows best but she’s all the way in the kitchen.
I can’t remember: what does Mama always say?
Mmm, what does mama always say?
Mama knows best but she’s all the way in the kitchen.
I can’t remember: what does Mama always say?
I never listen.
I never listen.