She asked me,
Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?
She asked me,
Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?
I will make you queen of everything you see,
Ill put you on the map,
Ill cure you of disease
Lets say we up and left this town,
And turned our future upside down
Well make pretend that you and me,
Lived ever after happily
She asked me,
Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?
I will make you queen of everything you see,
Ill put you on the map,
Ill cure you of disease
And since we know that dreams are dead,
And life turns plans up on their head,
I will plan to be a bum,
So I just might become someone
She asked me,
Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?
I will make you queen of everything you see,
Ill put you on the map,
Ill cure you of disease