| Lyrics: | Sunday morning I heard mama pray
From a room I heard her say
"Good Lord help my son find his
way"
"Lord he's just a country boy"
"Thinks the world is great big toy"
There ain't
nothin' he can't do
If he wants to
He got himself a part time job
Saved his money
and bought him a guitar
Played from sun up to sundown, hey, hey, hey
(He don't wanna)
Go to schoool no more
Don't do his household chores
But I'm a hit, the neighbors biggest
sound, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(He's) Got some big ideas
He's talkin' 'bout leavin'
here
Going to a place called New York City
And here's what he told me
Mama, I gotta
brand new thing don't say no
Let me go
Mama, (Yeah) I gotta brand new thing don't say
no
Let me go
Mama said, "My son, my son you're only sixteen"
"I know being a star
is your dream"
"But I think it's time you stop all this foolin'"
"And get to your
schoolin'"
Living in a state of frustration
Stop preachin' that education
'Cause
this job is gonna make me a king
Above everything else, listen
Donned from head to
toe
First class everywhere we go
Just give me a chance to do my thing
Mama, I gotta
brand new thing don't say no
Let me go
Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no
Let me
go
I can see it now
Champagne and caviar
Black limousine, chauffeured car
Trips
all around the world
And I'll have my choice of any girl
People lined up as far as you can
see
Standing in line just to see me
Money stacking up to the sky
There ain't nothin'
that we can't buy
Have a little faith in me
Mama I'm sure |
