my own personal pan pizza,
swiss cheese souffle,
hamburger italiano,
keep your eyes on your fries, okay?

sewing patterns on the kitchen table
a pincushion tumbles to the floor
the perfect toy for your little angel
with the devil at her back door

happy happy momma momma
happy happy happy mother's day

wishing I could wear your satin dresses,
wanting to be pretty like you
trying on your necklaces and bracelets
I want to be a little lindy lu

you look just like you did when I was little
your hair will never ever turn grey
your bright smile should win you a gold medal
I'll give it to you on a mother's day

happy happy momma momma
happy happy happy mother's day

(piano solo, melody from "sing something simple")

drive across the country in my wagon
listen to paul simon all the way
it's a bittersweet memory that I'm flaggin'
because I didn't always know what to say

but now I don't know how I'd get through a single day
without calling you on the phone

happy happy momma momma