And whining about how ungrateful her children are...
I've seen it happen. And to the end they have no idea why their kids don't dote on them.
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then