One, two, three, one, two, three ♪ ♪ Mother, I heard from your lawyer this morning If we don't get this cleaned up, it'll hang you out to dry But remember down in Central Park Holdin' me when it got dark I know you've gotta lotta love And you know you've gotta lotta love And you Mamma, I know it is scary So much less for you to carry I know you've gotta lotta love And you know you've gotta lotta love Mother, I talked with my brother this morning We can let this all die if you let the ink dry But remember down in Central Park Holdin' me when it got dark I know you've gotta lotta love And you know you've gotta lotta love And you Mamma, I know it is scary I've gotten tall and hairy I know you've gotta lotta love And you know you've gotta lotta love Well, mamma, will you come back home? I don't do very well alone I know I left you skin and boned I hurt you But mamma, will you come back home? Daddy's always on the phone I know I'm tastin' sour crumb Come home, come home Come home, come home Come home, come home Come home, come home Come home