Back in our overnight DJ days at WNUR, Tony and I would spin tracks from that now-classic album by the one and only Mr. T.
Well, one track in particular: "Treat Your Mama Right." The lyrics went like this:
Mother/ There is no other/ Like Mother/ So treat Her right
Mother/ I always Love Her/ My Mother/ So treat Her right, treat Her right
M is for the moan, and the miserable groan from the pain that She felt when I was born
O is for the oven with it's burnin' heat where She stood makin' sure I had something to eat
T is for the time that She stayed up at night and took my temperature when I wasn't feelin' right
H is for the hard earned money She spent to keep clothes on my back and try to pay da' rent
E is every wrinkle I put on Her face and every worry that I caused when I stayed out late
The last letter R is that She taught me Respect/ and for the room up in Heaven that I know she'll get
Genius stuff. We'd play it along side tracks by Wesley Willis and Senator Sam Ervin. Yeah, it was your typical goof-off college radio show.
Imagine my joy today when Hank in New York passed along this link to YouTube:
This is why God invented the Internet.
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