Call Your Mother

When you get a chance
 Would you please call your mother
 And thank her for the good years that we had?
 Gently break the news that you don't love me
 And give my best regards to your good old dad
 I always liked your family
 We got along just splendidly
 Though your brother
 Kind of rubbed me the wrong way
 I remember that your eyes turned green
 When they crowned your sister County Queen
 Though she couldn't hold a candle
 To your beauty any day
 When you get a chance
 Would you please call your mother
 And thank her for the good years that we had?
 Gently break the news that you don't love me
 And give my best regards to your good old dad
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 Back when we could laugh and play
 On family reunion day
 Didn't we all look funny
 In our 1950s clothes?
 Your daddy wore that greasy stuff
 Your brother drank more than enough
 Your mom wore penny loafers
 With runners in her hose
 When you get a chance
 Would you please call your mother
 And thank her for the good years that we had?
 O gently break the news that you don't love me
 And give my best regards to your good old dad
 When you get a chance
 Would you please call your mother
 And give my best regards to your good old dad?