She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone,

Will you take care of me?"



I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I'll put you on the map

I'll cure you of disease



Let's say we up and left this town

And turned our future upside-down

We'll make pretend that you and me

Lived ever after, happily



She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone,

Will you take care of me?"



I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I'll put you on the map

I'll cure you of disease



And since we know that dreams are dead

And life turns plans up on their head

I will plan to be a bum

So I just might become someone



She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,

Will you buy me a house of gold?

And when your father turns to stone,

Will you take care of me?"



I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I'll put you on the map

I'll cure you of disease