....after this message from the Federated Organization of Associations, including the M.A.S.A, the Mothers And Stepmothers Association.
Bright morning stars are rising
And I hoped to sleep much later
But a child has crawled on top of me
And life seems out of control.
Oh where is his dear Father
Where in hell is his dear Father
He is lying here and sleeping
Why couldn't he get up and be the dad?
Why does the child want his Mother?
I'm no longer his lunch counter
I would like to just start shouting
Tell your dad it's his turn to get up.
But the mother's slowly rising
She will go and get the corn flakes.
Just because she is the mother
She is the mother deep down in her soul.
....a message from the Mothers And Stepmothers Association, a proud member of the Federation of Associated Organizations.