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, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true

Well I got a few 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



Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants

Pullin' me up on 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 brought us

And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us

Well tonight I'm takin's 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