Your mother on her twisted rocker
"Son you're doing much too harm"
Your mother on her twisted rocker
"Son you gotta stay out of town"

 Your mother knows with her dry grin
 Your mother knows, everywhere you've been
 Your mother knows the girls you watch
 Your mother's rocker's twisted crotch

Your mother in her rattling cackle
"You'd better do your work just right"
Your mother sneers a rattled cackle
"Or else we'll hold you to the light"

 (chorus)

Your mother on her twisted rocker
"Bring me lunch and make it better"
But mother on your twisted rocker
All she does is make you hate her

 (chorus)

Your mother on her twisted rocker
"Son you're doing much too harm"

2/8/23