you want me to bring you home the bacon.
fry it up and serve it to you, too.
when I don't you act so godforsaken.
like somehow i've been mistreatin' you.
i know that's the way your mama did it.
she waited on you dang near all your life
it took a while but now i finally got it.
you we're never lookin' for a wife.
chorus:if you want a mother I can be one, that ain't all that difficult for me, we can do it your way from now on, son, and
i'll show what a mother I can be.
remember, tuesday night when you're out bowling.
you better have your butt back home by nine.
otherwise you're grounded for the weekend.
and that brand new silverado will be mine.
and in the evenin' when your feelin' sleepy.
we'll i'll tuck you in and pat your head.
and i'll be right down the hall if you should need me.
but big boys have to sleep in their own bed.
repeat chorus
you can go back to mama's apron strings.
bet your momma would be a mother just like me.
