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[Red Reine]

There ain't no chicken in the whole wide world,
Like how my sweet ol' mama can make,
Not in a million years in this boundless universe,
Could you get it just right like it to taste.

You ain't never tried this, ain't nothin' as delicious,
Gotta be first class. What can I say?
But you better not be lookin' while she's right cookin',
For you can be sure she's gonna tell you to -

Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
She'll tell you to -
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Ohh, just gimme a kiss!
Like this!

There's a stew over yonder made fresh by my mama,
With her sweet ol' hands made to perfection.
It's some kind of special, I know you're in for a little,
Though I'm sure you'll have seconds and thirds no doubt!

You gotta try this, there ain't nothin' like it,
One of a kind is this stew of hers.
Just keep yer yappin' when she's done servin',
For you can be sure she's gonna tell you to -

Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
She'll tell you to -
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Aiii, just gimme a kiss!
Like this!

Pie, pie, missing more of that pie...
Drove my mommy a whole lot crazy,
Cuz the crust was too dry...

There what you smell is the best pie in the world,
Made by my sweet ol' mama from her kitchen.
It's heaven on earth, I'm tellin' ya straight up,
It's to die for, you'll go straight to heaven, honest!

You've never had pie until you've tried my mama's,
Don't shut your pie hole, there's always room for pie!
Watch out you're droolin', let's get you a napkin,
And you can be sure she's gonna tell you to -

Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
She'll tell you to -
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Ack, just gimme a kiss!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Like this!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
Eat this way! Chew this way!
No, like this!
Awww, just gimme a kiss!

[Blueback]

Mama, I tried so hard to let it be,
But you knew I couldn't let go for the life of me.
As you whispered your words of wisdom to the broken hearted.
In my hour of darkness when my peace threatened to be parted.

When the greed and the injustices of the world had their fill,
I lied myself to sleep and took part in them still,
Looking for answers to the questions that gave me trouble,
Knowing that my weight of burden would only grow double.

I wish I could say that I had the foresight to understand,
To stay clear headed, get on, and had learned to take a stand.
So for you Mama, I'll try to be a better man.
I know I need to, Mama. I'm doing the best I can.

Mama, I tried so hard to take your advice,
But you knew I attract a-whole-lotta trouble of my own device.
Well, I thought I was alright Mama, all right with you.
Hope that's all right Mama, you knew how I'd do.

You told me, Papa too, such and such is no good for you.
Turns out you're right Mama, what you said turned out to be true.
You left town and left me to my own vices,
You stopped hanging around, and let me make my own choices.

I wish I wasn't so stubborn though, to needlessly suffer so,
But I'm ever so glad you're there to help me get back up from my lows.
And so for you Mama, I'll try to be a better man.
I know I need to, Mama. I'm doing the best I can.

When I look up, I see you. I'm beholden to my Mother.
How could I ever repay you, the bestower of my honor.
Blessed are you, who echo the truth.
Be with me now, and forever more as your eternal youth.

Mama, I tried so hard to be a simple man,
But you knew I was far too simple to ever understand.
Complications stripped me of who I was and wanted to be,
Seems someone up above wanted something different from me.

I ran the wheel of fortune for the hamster's gold,
Looked for pleasures fleeting easily sold,
Ignored my heart for the cheddar in the trap,
Never knowing that finding my soul was the true map.

I wish I realized sooner what you said was gospel.
Better late than never - a prize too poor a consolation.
So for you Mama, I'll try to be a better man.
I know I need to, Mama. I'm doing the best I can.

[Red Reine]

How many diapers does a Dad have to change,
Before you could call him a Dad?
How many times does a Popi have to yell,
Before you could call him a Popi?
How many trips does a Father have to make,
Before you could call him a Father?

The answer, my friend, is sparkling in his eyes.
The answer is written in his eyes.

Yes, and how many balls does a Baba have to throw,
Before you could call him a Baba?
And how many years does a Papa have to toil,
Before you could call him a Papa?
Yes, and how many events does a Tata have to attend,
Before you could call him a Tata?

The answer, my friend, is twinkling in his eyes.
The answer is dancing in his eyes.

Hey, Mr. Jamboree Man, won't you play a song for me?
I'm not sleepy at all so tell me a story too.
Hey, Mr. Goodnight Man, won't you play a lullaby for me?
In the rise and shine morning I'll come following you.

Yes, and how many projects does an Appa have to assist,
Before you could call him an Appa?
And how many books does a Pa have to read,
Before you could call him a Pa?
Yes, and how many lessons does a Padre have to teach,
Before you could call him a Padre?

The answer, my friend, is shining in his eyes.
The answer is alight in his eyes.

[Blueback]

Forgive me Father, for giving you grief.
For whisking away your peace, as sure as a midnight thief.
Time and time again long stained since I'd last made my visit.
To the lonely house of my Father, where in his presence you patiently sit.

My confession I must tell you is this.
I shan't take long. I shall be frank to wist.
I confess to you Father that -

I've done you wrong even though I knew deep down it was awful to do so.
I've caused you trouble intentionally so as to burden your steps heavily.
I've made you worry, thinking these distracting thoughts would linger.
I've rejected your advice, hoping it would hurt you and make you bitter.

Though I wish these admissions were the end of my mistakes,
There are plenty more I must yet say.
So bear with me - Just a little bit...

Forgive me Father, for my disobedience.
For thinking I knew better, when your experience should have brought me to my senses.
Long have I thought that to deny you was to be independent of you.
But it seems the lies of the rebels did quite a number on me too.

My confession I must tell you is this.
I shan't take long. I shall be frank to wist.
I confess to you Father that -

I've thought you a mighty fool for choosing to be the way you are.
I've pointed my finger at you in secrecy and in public for your apparent hypocrisy.
I've sneered at your seemingly silly and irrelevant words thinking I knew more.
I've ignored your wise counsel in contempt just to make you sore.

Though I wish these admissions were the end of my mistakes,
There are plenty more I must yet say.
So bear with me - Just a little bit more...

Forgive me Father, for neglecting you.
For abandoning you to your ways, to build up this wall, and to outright reject you.
Long is the rampart erected by my hand that divides you from me.
A wall so great, I can at my leisure miss the forest for the trees for eternity.

My confession I must tell you is this.
I shan't take long. I shall be frank to wist.
I confess to you Father that -

I've held on to the hurts and the pains as if they were anchors.
I've taken delight in the petty wins to bruise you even more.
I've done all to see that I get my digs in whenever I could.
I've challenged you at every turn, scared that you'd turn and ultimately abandon.

Though I wish these admissions were the end of my mistakes,
There are still many more I could possibly say.
But this is what I could manage to bring myself to confess today.
Father, I've sinned against you. For this, I'm sorry.
I hope you understand. Let us no longer to tarry and be on our way.

[Red Reine]

I got turkey in my belly, I got turkey in my brain,
I got gravy in my blood, I got taters in my legs,
Jabba wobble, chin wiggle, winking leaning - side saddle waggle,
Hand still got fork solo, gee-die-pie, hur hur hur...

Check it, chickadee check it, bird's the word - ya heard?
Killing me softly with those delectable cheese curds.
Daddy don't mind, he knows he got practice a plenty.
Mommy don't understand though - nope - why everything's so funny!

I got stuffing in my gut, I got stuffing in my cerebrum,
I got yams outta my ears, I got rolls in my buns,
King shuffle, jail house, suede shoes rockin',
Now I'm all shook up, thang-u-ver-much, uh huh huh...

Wreak it, brickity break it, double vision with greasy eyes.
Cutlery's pointless, put'em up - gots my oil drenched fingers.
Uncle don't mind, look, he's passed out on the sofa.
Auntie don't understand though - nope - why nobody wants to eat the okras!

No veggies, yeah yeah yeah...
Those veggies, yeah yeah yeah...
No veggies, yeah yeah yeah...
No way, no friggin' way, yeah.

I got roast in my innards, I got roast in my cerrabelum,
I got pudding in my digits, I got chocolates in my smile,
Nick jingle, kris kringle, listen to them antique hit singles,
Here we go again, truffle shuffle, sleigh bells ringin', ho ho ho...

Hit it, supa-dupa freak it, night of the living dance floor,
Thriller to the right (heee-hee!), keep lurch away from the refridgerator,
Gramps don't mind, he got his swivel on with a sip-o-sumthin',
Gramma don't understand though - nope - why she just can't stop the groovin'.

Nope, can't stop. Can't stop.
She just can't stop the groovin'.
Can't stop, can't stop.
She swayin' to the music.
Oh yea, alright, we all goin' to dance the night.

[Blueback]

Let me tell you something, child - It's not that I don't care.
I appreciate the effort you make to ensure that I'm fine - and that's totally fair.
But now that you're the big boss, don't think you're the boss of me.
I may look old and weak to you now, but through my eyes you're still my little baby.

I cradled you in my arms when you hungered, when you felt tired and cried crankily,
Humming songs of comfort, hoping you'd fall asleep in your crib finally,
Flew air(spoon)planes of colored pastes into your uncooperative mouth spewing annoyingly,
And let's not mention the unmentionables out of the other end, toxic squeezes reeking profusely.

And with that therefore I say yes, I'm old, I'm set in my ways, but I did it all my way.
So let me live my life the way I want to.
And yes, I'm bold, I've seen better days, and my cards are all played.
So let me play the rest of my song - the way I want to.

And let me tell you something else, child - It's not that I'm being difficult.
I want to do the things I used to do the way I'm used to - how could that be a fault?
Granted, it's not that easy to do those things, I admit wholeheartedly.
I may look old and weak to you now, but through my eyes I'm still young at heart, ya silly billy!

I ran after you when you were obliviously busy seeking out assorted dangers,
Screamed at you as you gave me almost daily heart attacks with your non-stop shenanigans,
Tried to discipline you, frustrated that you may not understand the moral messages,
And let's not mention the difficult times you went through with your various unbearable phases.

And with that therefore I say yes, I'm old, I'm set in my ways, but I did it all my way.
So let me live my life the way I want to.
And yes, I'm bold, I've seen better days, and my cards are all played.
So let me play the rest of my song - the way I want to.

One last thing I want to tell you before I go, child - I don't like being controlled.
What can I say? It's a principle - by purpose - before I got dead - straight and narrow.
I should have known that that trait would be strong in you too. It's a price we must both pay.
Well it's finally your turn now! I put up with your stubbornness so put up with mine, I say!

Remember all those times you ignored me when I told you you shouldn't do that? Well, I do!
After explaining and giving you all the reasons why you shouldn't do it? But you just went straight through?
It's for your own good, go do it, you'll thank me for it, but you just kept on saying no, no, no!
And let's not mention the double face palm moments of the mistakes that you and I very well know.

And with that therefore I say yes, I'm old, I'm set in my ways, but I did it all my way.
So let me live my life the way I want to.
And yes, I'm bold, I've seen better days, and my cards are all played.
So let me play the rest of my song - the way I want to.

[Red Reine]

No! No! No! Noooo! Why? Why? Whyyyyyy?
This can't be happening! This is impossible!
Please don't say so, this isn't right!
Not like this, no! Take it back, take it back!

Tried all my life to not be like my mother.
A fat lot of good that's done me,
I can't escape much further.
She caught up rather quickly,
Faster than a sprinting cheetah.

Cheated out of my youth.
Nobody can deny, nobody can deny.
This is the day, yes. The end of days.
The night it all ended,
When the torch light was finally raised.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
What treacherous fairness awaits us all?
You've become your mother!
You've become your mother!
You've become your mother!
Cruel reflection, hold thy tongue,
Say no more! Say no more!

No! No! No! Noooo! Why? Why? Whyyyyyy?
This can't be true! This isn't possible!
I'm too young, this isn't right!
Let's make a deal! Take it back, take it back!

Avoided all this time to not be like my father.
Thought I'd bested fate,
I should have known better.
He sneaked up on me like a phantom,
Who'd have thought he'd hover.

Robbed me of my rebel streak.
Nobody can deny, nobody can deny.
This is the day, yes - The end of days.
The night it all ended,
When the torch light was finally raised.

Magic mirror on the wall,
What sordid fairness awaits us all?
You've become your father!
You've become your father!
You've become your father!
Cruel reflection, withdraw thy tongue,
Say it ain't so! Say it ain't so!

Nature versus nurture.
Oh, what a load of crock!
There's no escape from this...
No, there's no escape from this!

[Blueback]

When I'm gone, you'll miss me - at least a little bit - I know, I know.
You'll remember the bad moments - and the good ones - but you know, manners, manners.
I'll still be here - hanging around - to make sure you're alright.
Don't worry about the little things - you'll be fine - it's going to be all right.

Remember me fondly and forgive me of my short comings.
I raised you well, you'll get through this too eventually.
I go where we all go, as frighting as that may be.
To where the fields are golden, kneading loaves of wheat and barley.

When I'm gone, you'll feel numb - at least a little bit - I know, I know.
You'll ask why it needs to be this way - why the pain - as it continues to grow and grow.
If I could take away the hurt - I would - you know that, right?
Give me a smile - a big one (with teeth!) - take my hand and step into the light.

Remember me with happy thoughts, it's easy, just recall the hugs.
I took care of you well, even mending your little ouchies and boo-boos.
Don't worry, we'll see each other soon, wherever that may be.
To where the fields are golden, kneading loaves of wheat and barley.

Knock, knock. Who's there?
Berry or Cream it.
Berry or Cream it who?
See? Made you smile. Don't be so down!

When I'm gone, you'll be overwhelmed - at least a little bit - I know, I know.
You'll be busy running around - this way and that - arranging to and fro.
It'll keep you from thinking - it's a process - all a part of grief.
Let others help you though - and be there for them - if only for a moment brief.

Remember me as I was, not as an empty husk I leave behind.
I taught you well, you'll figure this one out too as you always do.
I'm proud of you, be a beacon to others, wherever you may be.
Even where the fields are golden, kneading loaves of wheat and barley.