Every Mother's Dream

I'm lookin through my bedroom window
 I was a boy had no problems at all
 Or even my food
 Or even my dress
 My only concern was where my money went
 I was gonna be here where your papa went
 And the big fat woman gets a whole lotta laughs
 No one's gonna tell me what to do
 This is every mother's land
 We got it all
 We got everything
 Plenty of toys
 I love bein a boy
 I'm lookin through
 My broken window
 It's like an old place
 To call my home
 Ain't got a dog
 No money at all
 Spend my nights in an empty stall
 I wanna be such a powerful man
 And when i say help, get a whole lotta laughs
 No one's gonna tell me what to do
 Mom's gonna drink a sicillian poo
 Ain't got a job
 Not a criminal vent
 We're alright anyway
 We're alive
 All my things are spent