Spence
05-13-2007, 01:18 PM
>>>Sung to the tune of the hymn, "Jesus is calling".<<<
Children are calling their mothers today,
Calling today, calling today.
They drove us crazy, so we moved away,
Farther and farther away.
CALLING TODAY, LOVE TO CONVEY,
FLOWERS AND CARDS HELP US FIND ALL THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY.
Once ev'ry year we will thank God for her,
Calling today, guilt we will pay.
Even though she always gets on our nerves,
All of the rest of our days.
CALL HER TODAY, SHE'LL HAVE HER SAY,
WHEN YOU HANG UP, YOU CAN EACH GO YOUR SEPARATE WAYS.
Once again I am a child of nine,
Calling today, have to obey.
I-- have ruined both her life and mine,
So she will constantly say.
ONE OF THESE DAYS, I'LL BE AMAZED,
I WILL RESPECT HER AND ACT LIKE THE WAY I WAS RAISED!
(TEXT BY: Thomas P. Spence, with apologies to Fanny J. Crosby and George C. Stebbins)
Children are calling their mothers today,
Calling today, calling today.
They drove us crazy, so we moved away,
Farther and farther away.
CALLING TODAY, LOVE TO CONVEY,
FLOWERS AND CARDS HELP US FIND ALL THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY.
Once ev'ry year we will thank God for her,
Calling today, guilt we will pay.
Even though she always gets on our nerves,
All of the rest of our days.
CALL HER TODAY, SHE'LL HAVE HER SAY,
WHEN YOU HANG UP, YOU CAN EACH GO YOUR SEPARATE WAYS.
Once again I am a child of nine,
Calling today, have to obey.
I-- have ruined both her life and mine,
So she will constantly say.
ONE OF THESE DAYS, I'LL BE AMAZED,
I WILL RESPECT HER AND ACT LIKE THE WAY I WAS RAISED!
(TEXT BY: Thomas P. Spence, with apologies to Fanny J. Crosby and George C. Stebbins)