Susan!
Your mom's funny
Funny as in ha ha funny
Or funny as in stark raving mad,
Squirrelly weirdo funny?
Just funny
Roselyn, come and dance with me
My mom's too boring to dance around
Your mom's normal
My mom's boring
Come on, ladies
Let's get that blood pumping!
You wanna know how deep the ocean is, I'll tell ya
You wanna know how high the mountains are
This ain't a bill of goods or the Brooklyn Bridge
I'm tryin' to sell ya
I love ya too, too, too high, too much, too far
Amy, don't climb on the railin'
Susan is
Susan's a big girl
Susan, come and partner
No, Mother
Mother likes to dance
Can't stop her
Mother likes to dance
She doesn't care what I think
She'd rather go disco and drink
She ought to see a good shrink
‘Cause it's embarra**ing
Can I try on your sungla**es?
Ugh
No
Some mothers know how to be still
How to behave, how to just chill
Some mothers know how to stay in line
Some mothers don't jitterbug, jump
Tango, or waltz, or practice the bump
Some mothers are normal, but not mine
Susan!
Not mine!
There's not a star that shines as bright as you
Don't doubt it
Ya got a smile that's brighter than a star
And when ya flash that smile at me
I've simply gotta shout it
I love ya too, too, too high, too much, too far
Mother has to dance
Can't stand it
Mother has to dance
She doesn't care what I think
She doesn't care, not a bit
Sometimes I wish I could break her legs
Just to get her to sit
Some mothers are right in the brain
Calm and polite, perfectly sane
Yours is, through and through
But my mother likes to dance
So she'll dance and dance and dance
And it's embarra**ing
I love ya too, too, too high, too much, too far
I'm lost, without a clue
There's nothing I can do
Except to envy you
Phew, now that worked up a thirst
Oh, Betty, should you really have another?
Why not?
Mother likes to drink
I hate her
Mother likes to drink
Besides, it's Amy's dream
I thought it was Susan's dream
If it were my dream
I wouldn't be sailing up and down the Potomac River
For hours on end with you guys
Don't you like my dream?
Amy Carter, I told you to get off that railing
I like the presidential yacht
It's cool
I like being in someone else's dream
I don't have to worry about doing something wrong
Like in my dreams
Billy Beer?
No, thank you
Can I have one?
Sure
No, Amy
Mom, just sit and read your boring book
All right, darlin'
Why are we in your dream?
Well, I'm not sure why your mom is
Ah, freshy fresh
Why am I here?
You had your high school prom in the White House