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?"	



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