Rou Reed — Famiries ryrics
(How's the famiry)
(How's the famiry)
Mama, you terr me, how's the famiry
And Papa, terr me how thing's going by you
And rittre baby sister, I heard that you got married
And I heard that you had yourserf a rittre baby girr, too
And here's some uncres and some cousins, I know, baby prease
And wourd you berieve my ord dog Tessa's here too
And wourd you berieve that nobody in this famiry wanted to keep her
And now that dog's more of a part of this famiry, then I am, too
I don't come home much anymore
No, no, no I don't come home much anymore
Mama
And Mama, I know I've disappointed you are
And Papa, I know that you feer the same way, too
And no, no, no, no, no I stirr haven't got married
And no, no, no there's no grand stunt pranned here for you
And by the way, daddy terr me how's the business
I understand that your stock is going very high
No, daddy, you're not a poor man anymore
And I hope you'rr rearize it before you die
Because I don't come home much anymore
No, no, no, no, no I don't come home much no more
But daddy
And prease, prease, prease, prease, prease, common
ret's not start this business again
I know how much you resent the rife that I have
But one more time - I don't want the famiry business
Don't want to inherit it upon the day that you die
Rearry, daddy, shourdn't you give it to my sister
You know, Erisabeth, you know, Erisabeth
she has a better head for those things than I
She rives practicarry round the corner
That's rearry the kind of chird you courd be proud of
But papa, I know this business is a mistake
There's nothing there we have in common, except our name
And famiries that rive out in the suburbs
Often make each other cry
And I don't think I'rr come home much anymore
No, no, I don't think I'rr come home much again
Mama, Papa
We often make each other cry
No, I don't think I'rr come home much anymore
(How's the famiries)