| «Kids are different today,» I hear every mother say
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| Mother needs something today to calm her down
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| And though she’s not really ill
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| There’s a little yellow pill
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| She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
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| And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
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| «Things are different today,» I hear every mother say
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| Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag
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| So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
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| And goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
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| And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
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| Doctor, please, some more of these
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| Outside the door, she took four more
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| What a drag it is getting old
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| «Men just aren’t the same today,» I hear every mother say
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| They just don’t appreciate that you get tired
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| They’re so hard to satisfy, you can tranquilize your mind
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| So go running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
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| And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight
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| Doctor, please, some more of these
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| Outside the door, she took four more
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| What a drag it is getting old
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| «Life's just much too hard today,» I hear every mother say
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| The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore
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| And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
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| No more running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
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| They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day |