Grattis på Mors dag alla Mammor
Treat her right
Treat your mother right
Treat her right
Treat her right
MR. T's CHORUS:
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