Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song years before the rash of student violence.
I've known a lot of endulgent parents who refused to acknowledge
that their children might need some mental help. The satire in this
song used to be very funny; now, it's kind of sad.
Lyrics
Early on Sunday morning, just before the dawning, Mrs. Robert Parker Jr. had a son.
Sixteen years later, when he grew up to hate her, Robert Parker the Third, bought a gun.
Where’s your boy, Mrs. Parker? Is that him waiting under your stairs?
What’s that for, Mrs. Parker? You act as though you really didn’t care.
You looked for him, but he just wasn’t there.
She survived a falling, a burning, and a mauling,
And she almost was crushed by a chandelier.
He almost had her with a half-cooked seafood platter
Laced with motor oil, gasoline, and cheer.
She remained unwary even when her life grew scary
When she found a deadly spider in her hair,
But harsh words were spoken when all her bones were broken
When he pushed her from the coaster at the fair.
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