You Can Finally Meet My Mom

Don't cry when I die 
When it's my time I probably won't die 
I'll just lie down and close my eyes 
And think about stuff 
These eyes got too wide seen too much of life's goodbyes 
Should have spent less time making loot
And spent more time in my birthday suit with you 

And everybody upstairs, everybody down stairs 
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them 

'cause I'll be hanging out with you 

Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude 
Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles 
You not Chris Farley Mr Rodgers oh I've waited so long 
You can finally meet my Mom

Life is good, but love it's better 
Even Bieber ain't forever 
We all got to go you know 
So you might as well go in style 
Everybody prayin, everybody singing 
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them 

'cause I'll be hanging out with you 

Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude
Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time 
You, not Jesse James, Paul Newman and oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom.

I'm not making light of things 
But who's to say who's right with things like this 
There's so much that we miss 
Tryin so hard to be rich and famous 
Pretty and thin, to win 
It's a shame that youth is wasted on the young 

So forget everything and just be with me here now 
For as long as we can and whoever goes first save a spot

You, not Etta James, Bob Marley or the girls who won my heart along the way
You, not Sitting Bull, Ella or Bach and I almost forgot 
You can finally meet my Mom 
You can finally meet my Mom 
You can finally meet my Mom 
You can finally meet my Mom 

No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs, Al Capone or any other mobs
No Whitney Houston, Chet Baker, Andre the Giant or the Undertaker
You can finally meet my Mom 
You can finally meet my Mom 
You can finally meet my Mom 
You can finally meet my Mom