A Mother Doesn't Matter Anymore
Composer(s): Charles Strouse - Lee Adams



So, it's come at last 
At last it's come, the day I knew would come at last has come, at last 
My sonny-boy doesn't need me any longer 
Well, what are you waiting for? 
Get rid of me, put me out with the garbage 
Just throw me out with the used grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish 
And never mind putting a lid on it 
Leave it open so a hundred thousand pussycats can walk all over a mother
Who bronzed your baby shoes? 
Kissed ev'ry little bruise?

Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor?
You coughed and who was there?
It's just too hard to bear
A mother doesn't matter anymore
With bunions on my feet
I trudged through snow and sleet
To bring your lic'rice from the corner store
I sold my Tiffany lamp
So you could go to camp
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore

That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend a cent 
Fancy funerals are for rich people 
Just wrap me in a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day

And precious, by the way
The doctor called today
What I got's a condition
Yes he's sure
There's nothing they can do
I'll last a week or two
Because for a condition there's no cure
That time you caught the croup
Who made you chicken soup
And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore?
You sacrifice your life, then, Bang!
You get the knife
Now a mother doesn't matter anymore

There, I feel better now 
Everything is as it should be
A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the city dump 
And a son is running around with a floozie who came looking for a good time 
And stayed to ruin an American woman's life

Who gave up nights of rest
To rub Vicks on your chest?
Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four?
My life has been in vain
This country's down the drain
'Cause a mother doesn't matter
No, a mother doesn't matter
Yes, a mother doesn't matter anymore