Parody of “Mama's Hands”, words and music by
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Parody of “Mama's Hands”, words and music by Brenda Sutton
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|you in a barroom on my||A|
|ond trip to||E|
|to look a||E|
|a long, long||F# B7|
|man staring back at me was||A|
|how not just||C|
|ment that you||A|
|That is your||E|
|ma s mouth, on your||A|
|your grandma s||E|
|orite drink you||F# B7|
|And that fa||E|
|iar gleam in your||A|
|me like she||B7|
|on my last||E|
|you come here||E|
|n t that a||E|
|your first as||E|
|nment came from||F#|
|have been in||A|
|school when you||C|
|your morning bath.|
|enough: you ve||C|
|ma s||A E|
I left her just last summer, but I know she s dead and buried.
You can t go back once Time has turned the page.
But you are more like her than you ll ever know.
I remember when your grandma was our age.
You ve got your grandma s hair, and your grandma s breasts.
You even turn her pretty shade of pink.
You re looking more like her. Do you snore like her?
And are you gonna say the very words I think?
I m not that kind of girl, you know! Besides, you re not my type.
I don t go for spacers, never mind the tri-vee hype.
If you think that you can use me like some common guttersnipe...!
You can t escape that old genetic link.
I made my own decision, and I find it hard to fathom
Why Fate has given me a second chance.
But the love I knew nine months ago and thought I d cast aside
Came rushing back to me in that first glance.
That is your grandma s ring on your grandma s hand.
And the same old feelings in me that you stir.
You ve got your grandma s chin, and your grandma s lips...
And you fell for the same lines I used on her:
Come on up to my place, baby! I ve got lots of space.
I must admit it s ages, though, since I last cleaned the place.
Come up and see my etchings from a strange exotic race.
And I ll bet you ll like the same ones she preferred.
That is your grandma s laugh, and your grandma s sigh.
These are your grandma s arms, holding me near.
And that same pillowcase, where your grandma laid her head,
Is dampened once again by bitter tears.
I guess I m just a fool, because I know what you will do:
You ll love me for one summer, then discard me when you re through.
My mother always warned me there d be spacers such as you.
Like your grandma told me long ago, last year.
I d never give up travelling, and your world is not my homeland.
I left that when the starflight age was new.
You ll find a nice young man someday, and raise a couple kids.
And maybe a granddaughter just like you.
She ll have her grandma s eyes, and her grandma s hands.
She ll say the things her grandma used to say.
She ll have her grandma s taste, and with any luck,
She ll love me like her grandma does today.