Just last week, your mother called me, asking for my taste in clothing
She was down at the outlet store, buying me a brand new t-shirt
She told me her theories on life and I wanted to cry
Why is she wanting to die? Why is she wanting to cry?
When she's got you?
Just last week, your father called me. Said we promptly must meet at Denny's
All I could think about was black mola**es and the foggy lenses on his eyegla**es
He told me his theories on life and I wanted to cry
Why is he wanting to die? What kind of thorn's in his side?
So I said to him:
Hey, Mr. Samuelson, you've got a lovely daughter
Yes, she shines for you. You've got a lovely daughter
Mr. Samuelson, you've got a lovely daughter
And you are a golden god!
Yesterday, you're mother called me, asking for my taste in clothing
She was down at the outlet store buying me another t-shirt
She told me her theories on life and I wated to cry
She's no longer wanting to die. In fact, they are living whole new lives
So I said to her: Cheer up!
Hey, Mrs. Samuelson, you've got a lovely daughter
Yes, she shines for you. You've got a lovely daughter
Mrs. Samuelson, you've got a lovely daughter
And you are a golden god!
You are a golden god!