Mother's Day in Hell

She ruled her clan
Through praise and scorn;
Kiss her feet
"Cause you were born.

Honor thy mother
It's God's demand;
Obey the queen
Or face her hand.

Sing great praises
On her day;
Bring her roses
And go away.

Obey her will
And she'll be swell;
It's Mother's Day in Hell.

Take her to dinner
Bring her a cigar;
Pick her up
In your old car.

You get no credit
She turns in a flash,
She takes American Express
And cash.

Pack up the kids
And dress up swell,
It's Mother's Day in Hell.