| Mother, don’t you recognize your son? |
| Ooh, ooh
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| Coming home, yeah, yeah
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| Gettin' home 'cause I failed you, mother, mmm
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| I’ll be there in the morning, if you’ll have me back
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| The rent up here is much too high for a room without a tap
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| A room without a tap, woo
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| I’ll be early in the morning and I’ll find my way back home
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| Back from bad 'n' ruin with my tail between my legs
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| Tail between my legs
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| And I’ll be so tired
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| I’ll be so tired, now listen
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| I’ll be early tomorrow morning and I’ll fall down off my plane
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| Don’t be embarrassed, mother
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| By your ugly worn-out son, mmm
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| Your ugly worn-out son
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| So just let me warn you, mother
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| Mother, you won’t recognize me now
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| Mother, you won’t recognize me now
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| Mother, you won’t recognize me now, woo
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| And I’ll be down on Cannon Street, passport in my hand
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| Should you not recognize me
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| I’ve heavily made-up my eyes
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| Oh, momma, you won’t recognize me now
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| Brother, you won’t recognize me now
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| Sister, you won’t recognize me now
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| Mother, you won’t recognize me now, ooh
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| So mother, when you’ve seen me
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| Don’t forget I’m your boy too
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| I know my brother has done you proud
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| He’s one foot in the grave
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| Mother, don’t you recognize me now? |
| Ooh, ooh
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| I’m a burglar in the first degree
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| But it don’t seem to worry me
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| I’ll be so tired, so tired
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| I’ll be so tired, so tired
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| So tired |